I had to wonder, after reading Dreams From My Father and then Audacity of Hope (yes, I actually read both) how the former could possibly have been written by the guy who wrote the latter.
Dreams is poetic, pretentious but poetic. Audacity is junk, no more than political hack work. Generalities from someone who has no intention of bringing them to life.
Well, guess what?, Dreams wasn’t written by the same guy. It was written by his former Weather Underground pal and (what else) University of Chicago academic. A Leftist professor of education, no less.
“In promoting his new book, ‘Public Enemy,’ [Bill] Ayers’ publisher, Beacon Press, has written a blurb on Amazon.com that says Ayers “finally ‘confesses’ that he did write ‘Dreams From My Father.'”
No surprise there and no surprise that Mr. “If you like your insurance you can keep it” has always falsely claimed authorship of the book. Our Democrat president is becoming the world’s most prominent fraud. Even his former buds are bailing on him—except for Looney Tunes MSNBC, of course.
Do us all a favor, Joey. Leave Jerusalem to the adults. Go back to the circus where you belong. Or we’ll find a terrorist group that wants to take over east D.C. that you can set up talks with, while admonishing the D.C. government not to allow any development there without consideration of the terrorists. Can’t American pols do anything but pander? You could be helping your running mate try to bring down our high unemployment. You 
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