Oh, That Bill Ayers
You mean the one who lived in my neighborhood (along Sweet Lou Farrakhan), the one whose book I reviewed, and with whom I appeared on the same panel—and whose office I shared?
Sure I know him—but this is not the Bill Ayers I knew.
Follow the links to get the whole story. Suffice it to say the only eight-year-olds involved are ourselves if we are naive enough to believe Obama’s… prevarications (I’m trying to be kind) on the subject of the Willard Scott of the 60s revolutionary movement.
Che Obama is free to associate with anyone he wants to—free even to lie about it—and we are free to elect him in spite of it all.
But I wonder if that sector of the electorate who voted against John Kerry, Al Gore, Bill Clinton, Walter Mondale, and Jimmy Carter (earlier voters are dead—which means they’re on the rolls in Columbus Ohio), and yet are improbably planning to vote for Barack Obama, know exactly whom they are voting for.
He’s Angela Davis without the ‘fro. (And Comrade Davis was honest enough to run for the Communist Party.)