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That misses the point. The information in the certification may be identical as far as it goes to
what’s in the complete state records, but there are evidently many more
details in the state records than are set forth in the certification.
Contrary to the editors’ description, those who want to see the full
state record — the certificate or the so-called
“vault copy” — are not on a wild-goose chase for a “secondary document
cloaked in darkness.” That confuses their motives (which vary) with
what they’ve actually requested (which is entirely reasonable).
Regardless of why people may want to see the vault copy, what’s been
requested is a primary document that is materially more detailed than what Obama has thus far provided.
Now,
let’s address motives for a moment. Are some of those demanding the
full state records engaged in a futile quest to prove Obama is not a
U.S. citizen? Are they on what the editors call “the hunt for a magic
bullet that will make all the unpleasant complications of [Obama’s]
election and presidency disappear”? Sure they are. But not everyone who
wants to see the full state records falls into that category. I, for
one, have very different reasons for being curious.
WHO IS THIS GUY?
Before January
20 of this year, Barack Obama had a negligible public record. He burst
onto the national scene what seemed like five minutes before his
election to the presidency: a first-term U.S. senator who actually
served less than four years in that post — after a short time as a
state legislator, some shadowy years as a “community organizer,” and
scholastic terms at Occidental, Columbia, and Harvard that remain
shrouded in mystery. The primary qualification supporters offered for
Obama’s candidacy was his compelling life story, as packaged in 850
pages’ worth of the not one but two autobiographies this seemingly
unaccomplished candidate had written by the age of 45.
Yet we
now know that this life story is chock full of fiction. Typical and
disturbing, to take just one example, is the entirely fabricated
account in Dreams from My Father of Obama’s first job after college:
Eventually
a consulting house to multinational corporations agreed to hire me as a
research assistant. Like a spy behind enemy lines, I arrived every day
at my mid-Manhattan office and sat at my computer terminal, checking
the Reuters machine that blinked bright emerald messages from across
the globe. As far as I could tell I was the only black man in the
company, a source of shame for me but a source of considerable pride
for the company’s secretarial pool. They treated me like a son, those black ladies; they told me how they expected me to run the company one day. . . . The
company promoted me to the position of financial writer. I had my own
office, my own secretary, money in the bank. Sometimes, coming out of
an interview with Japanese financiers or German bond traders, I would
catch my reflection in the elevator doors — see myself in a suit and
tie, a briefcase in my hand — and for a split second I would imagine
myself as a captain of industry, barking out orders, closing the deal,
before I remembered who it was that I had told myself I wanted to be
and felt pangs of guilt for my lack of resolve. . . .
As the website Sweetness & Light details, this is bunk. [continued]
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