Obama Speech at Jackson Memorial Confirms Status as Fraudster-in-Chief

Forgets to Mention Jesse Wanted to "Cut His Nuts Out."

As soon as Barack Obama opened his mouth at the Jesse Jackson memorial, those paying attention understood that Barack Obama was an even bigger fraud than the man he was eulogizing. Jesse Jackson spoke like a southern black preacher because he was a southern black preacher. Obama spoke like a southern black preacher—or at least tried to—because he is a life long fabulator, a shape shifter, a Zelig that adapts to his environment all the better to sell today’s snake oil.

In Obama’s humble defense, his southern black accent is better than Hillary Clinton’s, but Hillary, say what you will, would never try to sell a black preacher accent in a room full of real black preachers. Obama tried.

I am sure the savvier members of his audience had a good laugh about it. If they read either of Obama two bestsellers—the 1995 Dreams from My Father or the 2006 Audacity of Hope—they had a good laugh about how Jackson inspired Obama’s political career. More on this in a minute.

Enough has been said about the grotesque political nature of Obama’s remarks. So ironically hateful were they that Jesse Jackson Jr. felt obliged to call him out. Said Junior, “Yesterday, I listened for several hours to three United States presidents who do not know Jesse Jackson.”

Did not know Jesse Jackson? One would not suspect that from Obama’s eulogy. According to Obama, Jesse Jackson was the driving force behind his political life. “I still credit that first run of Jesse’s,” said Obama, “…for drawing me to Chicago.”

Obama referred here to Jackson’s 1984 campaign for the presidency. At one point, he chastised his audience for not having the faith in Jackson that he did. On a positive note, he did not, like Joe Biden, claim “I’m a hell of a lot smarter than most of you.” He just implied he was smarter. “I remember how at the time how plenty of people—i’m sorry—plenty of black folks were dismissing Jesse’s chances, suggesting he just wanted attention, he can only get black votes.”

“I’m a hell of a lot smarter than most of you.”

Obama knew better. He claimed to have watched one primary debate in which “Jesse just hadn’t held his own. He owned that stage.” Jackson’s performance and his message of “ fairness, justice, dignity, and hope” persuaded the young Obama—yes, Virginia, the child of a single mother—to think that he too belonged in the political arena.

Knowing Obama to be a fabulator, I checked his books to confirm this transformative moment in Obama’s life. No surprise here. In Dreams, he fails to even mention Jackson’s presidential campaigns. What follows is the sum total of his Jackson comments: “I might wander through Harlem-to play on courts I’d once read about or to hear Jesse Jackson make a speech on 125th Street.” Jackson was just another distraction in the life of a bored metrosexual New Yorker.

Obama in his metrosexual days, waiting to be called to service

Although Obama praised Jackson’s “audacity” in his speech at the memorial, in Audacity of Hope Jackson was pure cipher. He is mentioned once and this in reference to the funeral of Rosa Parks: “On the stage, senators, governors, and captains of industry mingled with black leaders like Jesse Jackson, John Lewis, Al Sharpton, and T. D. Jakes.” That’s it. No presidential campaign. No inspiration. No nothing.

Obama’s most memorable encounter with Obama, of course, followed the 2008 Father’s Day sermon in a Chicago church in which Obama scolded black men for abandoning their families. Within three weeks of that speech, Chicago’s most prominent baby daddy let Obama know he could be no more than Jackson’s bitch.

Jackson was “overheard” talking to another black guest on a hot mic at the Fox News studio. The cynic suspects that Jackson wanted his message to be heard, and he knew that at Fox would someone think to leak it. If so, he got his way.

Said Jackson—excuse my French—“See, Barack been, um, talking down to black people on this faith-based—I wanna cut his nuts out.” Here Jackson made a sharp slicing motion with his hands and continued, “Barack—he’s talking down to black people—telling niggers how to behave.” So much for that “ fairness, justice, dignity, and hope.”

King’s inner circle never forgave Jackson his lies about cradling the dying King

Jackson later apologized but without even feigning sincerity. Obama seems to have gotten the message. Jackson’s weary, self-destructive progressivism carried the day. Nothing had changed since Jackson seized leadership of the civil rights movement with the audacious 1968 con that he used his shirt to swaddle the bleeding head of the dying Martin Luther King. And nothing would change going forward.

Very rare is the memorial service in which the whole truth prevails, but at Jackson’s almost none did. With as much passion as they once pretended Joe Biden was sharp as a tack, Democrats continued to pretend that Jesse Jackson was something other than a successful conman. In this milieu, a fabulator like Obama had to feel right at home.

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