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Larry Johnson, the man who has been pushing the story of a mysterious tape that supposedly features Michelle Obama ranting about “whitey” with Louis Farrakhan, formerly worked for the CIA and the State Department’s Office of Counterterrorism–which truly makes me fear for my country. Johnson has yet to deliver the videotape that he promised would prove his allegation, but he did come up with a truly impressive–nay, shocking–smoking gun: a 2004 picture of Michelle Obama with Farrakhan’s wife at a luncheon. Will the media pick up on the sensational scandal of a group of black women, in Chicago, happily dining together? Clearly Obama’s campaign is finished. My God, what if they were eating pork?
But it gets worse. I’ve managed to score an exclusive peek at Larry Johnson’s next big scoop showing us the real Michelle–and unlike Johnson I’m not going to tease you with rumors. Here it is:
As I wrote earlier, it’s not absolutely impossible that the Michelle Obama videotape actually exists, but with Johnson behind the story there are abundant grounds for skepticism. National Review has mentioned Johnson’s big scoop, and pointed out that “a similar photo of Teresa Heinz Kerry or Tipper Gore is pretty hard to imagine.” Indeed it is, though between Michelle Obama at a Rainbow/PUSH Coalition Conference and Tipper Gore as the founder of the Parents Music Resource Center, I’ll take Michelle any day.
More from Ken Silverstein:
Perspective — October 23, 2013, 8:00 am
How pro-oil Louisiana politicians have shaped American environmental policy
Postcard — October 16, 2013, 8:00 am
A trip to one of the properties at issue in Louisiana’s oil-pollution lawsuits
On a Friday evening in January, a thousand people at the annual California Native Plant Society conference in San Jose settled down to a banquet and a keynote speech delivered by an environmental historian named Jared Farmer. His chosen topic was the eucalyptus tree and its role in California’s ecology and history. The address did not go well. Eucalyptus is not a native plant but a Victorian import from Australia. In the eyes of those gathered at the San Jose DoubleTree, it qualified as “invasive,” “exotic,” “alien” — all dirty words to this crowd, who were therefore convinced that the tree was dangerously combustible, unfriendly to birds, and excessively greedy in competing for water with honest native species.
In his speech, Farmer dutifully highlighted these ugly attributes, but also quoted a few more positive remarks made by others over the years. This was a reckless move. A reference to the tree as “indigenously Californian” elicited an abusive roar, as did an observation that without the aromatic import, the state would be like a “home without its mother.” Thereafter, the mild-mannered speaker was continually interrupted by boos, groans, and exasperated gasps. Only when he mentioned the longhorn beetle, a species imported (illegally) from Australia during the 1990s with the specific aim of killing the eucalyptus, did he earn a resounding cheer.
Percentage of Britons who cannot name the city that provides the setting for the musical Chicago:
An Australian entrepreneur was selling oysters raised in tanks laced with Viagra.
A tourism company in Australia announced a service that will allow users to take the “world’s biggest selfies,” and a Texas man accidentally killed himself while trying to pose for a selfie with a handgun.
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“Shelby is waiting for something. He himself does not know what it is. When it comes he will either go back into the world from which he came, or sink out of sight in the morass of alcoholism or despair that has engulfed other vagrants.”