Carr: Twisting the truth till you cry uncle
Sunday, December 8, 2013
The question all week long was this:
Who are you going to believe, an illegal alien or the president of the United States of America?
Obviously, if it’s a president who once went by an alias, Barry Soetoro, you go with Uncle Omar, 100 percent, no questions asked.
And so it was that the White House finally admitted to another, uh, misstatement — despite previous denials, Barack/Barry did sleep on his beloved Uncle Omar’s couch in Cambridge when he first moved here to attend Harvard Law School (speaking of which, we’re still waiting to see the president’s grades and his LSAT scores).
But the confusion was understandable, Baghdad Jay Carney explained at the White House this week. Back when the question of his relationship with Uncle Omar arose, after his pinch for drunken driving in Framingham in 2011, Carney said the staff “looked at the record, including the president’s book, and there was no evidence that they had met.”
Consider that for a moment. The aides consulted “the book” — “Dreams from My Father.” This is Barack’s “autobiography,” which a convicted Weatherman terrorist now claims to have ghostwritten. It includes what is now acknowledged to be a “composite girlfriend,” and was peddled to publishers with a description of Obama as Kenyan-born, although he now claims to have been born in Hawaii, or as he calls it, “Asia.”
“Dreams from My Father” — obviously, an extremely credible source.
Of course there are other possible explanations for the conflicting stories about the president’s early days in the People’s Republic of Cambridge. Whenever a new scandal erupts in his administration, Barack likes to claim he knew nothing about it until he read the newspapers.
So perhaps he didn’t know he crashed at Uncle Omar’s until he read it in the papers.
Or maybe he thinks he slept on Nelson Mandela’s couch … in his jail cell. After all, he’s said in the past that his parents first met at the Selma civil-rights demonstrations … five years after he was born, someplace.
Or could it be that when Jay Carney checked with the book’s author, he called Bill Ayers instead of his boss?
It’s only natural that when it comes to illegal aliens in his family, the president would be closer to his Auntie Zeituni than to Uncle Omar. Say what you will about his immigration status, Uncle Omar has always had a job. Auntie Zeituni was on welfare here even when she was an illegal alien — as the president might say, she was only using the EBT cards Americans couldn’t be bothered using.
But it really is a problem for the president when probably 90 percent of the people who read the story just assumed (correctly) that it was Uncle Omar rather than the president who was telling the truth.
And why shouldn’t they? Uncle Omar works behind the cash register at Conti’s Liquors in Framingham. When you put a six-pack up on the counter and he says, “Seven-66,” by God you know it’s $7.66. Period.
Uncle Omar says, If you like your Bud Light, you can keep your Bud Light.
And unlike his nephew, he’s telling the truth.