William Ayers Wrote Dreams From My Father!!!

Man, not since the Shakespeare-controversy have we seen such a lively literary debate. Here's Jack Cashill with proof number one that shows the author of Dreams From My Father is not the person who wrote The Audacity of Hope:

Authors don’t go from a 3.8 percent use of the passive voice in 1995 to an 8.3 percent use in 2006.

Personally, I don't need any other proof. But in case you're still a skeptic, Cashill, with the help of literary friends, notes the absolute similarity between Dreams From My Father and Bill Ayers' Fugitive Days:

For instance, Dreams averages 17.61 words and 26.48 syllables for non-dialogue sentences. Fugitive Days averages 17.62 words and 26.27 syllables.

OK. I have to admit I couldn't read most of Cashill's theory. It's as tedious as a 9/11 conspiracy video. But luckily, the story doesn't end there. After all, you know the good people on the Right won't let a story like that die.

So in other various blogs for over a year now, the "Ayers wrote Dreams" story reappears shortly, and then the bloggers move away. But not Anne Leary! This mix of Bernstein's honesty and Woodward's gravitas has found her own Deep Throat--Bill Ayers HIMSELF!

It was only two weeks ago that Anne posted this call to investigate Dream-gate:

Shall we ask Bill Ayers? How about some transparency Mr. President?

And then yesterday, he appeared before her in Reagen Obama Airport! Ann didn't miss her once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

That's when I saw Bill Ayers, an instant blight. Scruffy, thinning beard, dippy earring, and the wirerims, heading to order. I gathered my things, got my camera ready, and snapped a shot right when he got his coffee.

They share some small talk, and then, the bombshell!

Then, unprompted he said--I wrote Dreams From My Father. I said, oh, so you admit it. He said--Michelle asked me to. I looked at him. He seemed eager. He's about my height, short. He went on to say--and if you can prove it, we can split the royalties. So I said, stop pulling my leg. Horrible thought. But he came again--I really wrote it, the wording was similar. I said I believe you probably heavily edited it. He said--I wrote it. I said--why would I believe you, you're a liar.

He had no answer to that. Just looked at me. Then he turned and walked off, and said again his bit about my proving it and splitting the proceeds.

So allow me summarize: our first African-American President was born in Kenya and fabricated his birth certificate forty years after his parents fabricated his birth announcement, he stole the election, he hates white people, he's a Communist with Fascist tendencies, and now we know his memoir was written by William Ayers. Oh, did I mention he's African-American?