Review of Obama's "Dreams From My Father"

 Obama Sr, our president's father, was an alcoholic who killed a man in an automobile crash and died in another crash, probably of his own making. He was a brilliant and driven man who graduated Phi Beta Kappa from the University of Hawaii in three years. He left his wife and two year-old son, our president, in Hawaii so he could attend Harvard for his doctorate. He had a partial scholarship to Harvard and a full one plus a guaranteed job at the New School in New York City. This meant that he could have brought his family with him to graduate school. But he ruthlessly opted for the prestigious Harvard leaving his family in Hawaii. Obama, Jr. didn't see his father for eight years.
 Obama Sr. returned to Kenya after receiving his doctorate. He was very active in the government. The vice-president and many others in the government met, drank, and talked at his comfortable, government-provided home. But gradually Obama Sr. saw the flies in the ointment and would not keep quiet about them. He saw the corruption of the politicians who were acting like the newly-departed white colonials whom they all had hated. Like the  white colonials, the people in power were buying businesses and land that Obama thought should have been given to the people. Compare this to Obama Jr.'s crony capitalism in which he gives huge sums of the people's money to his friends' worthless, and perhaps deliberately phony, business efforts.
Also Obama's father spoke up against tribalism. He said that favortism toward the Kikuyu, the largest tribe in Kenya, over the Laos tribe, which happened to be the tribe he belonged to, was going to ruin the country. Compare that to Obama Jr.'s favortism toward the Black Panthers and his attempts to divide America into warring groups. Obama's father also complained publicly that unqualified people were taking the best jobs. Compare that to Obama Jr.'s support of affirmative action, set-asides, disparate impact, and other schemes not to hire people based on their merit only.
 Obama Sr. was eventually summoned by Kenyatta, the president of Kenya, who told Obama that he wouldn't have a government job again until the shoes wore off his feet. He was dismissed and lost his home too. Obama Sr. was eventually given a small government job by a friend, but by then he was an embittered man and probably a heavier drinker.His political friends had long deserted him to curry favor with the regime. A lonely man, Obama was reduced to the practice of waking his daughter late at night and railing in a drunken stupor about the injustices he had suffered.
 Our Obama uses crony capitalism and favortism of one race over another to increase his power. Like Kenyatta taking away his father's job because of his father's dissenting views, Obama, Jr. makes an endless war against the opposing Republican Party. He triangles in the Republican Party between him and every unpopular issue, insisting that the Republicans are the reason for every problem. This allows him to try to destroy the dissenting party while he remains personally liked by most of the people who are low information and don't know any better.
 Our president is not like his father. He is like Kenayatta who broke his father. Obama Jr. is not following the dreams from Obama Sr. as you would think from the title of this book. To the contrary, he is rebelling against them and doesn't even realize it. Obama, Jr. writes about his father's dreams, but does the opposite. What a waste of two generations and two brilliant men! Peter Nickerson, Gainesville, Florida, 352-359-0850, peternickerson12@yahoo.com

Review of "Missing 411" Continued

 Another missing report was filed in the Smoky Mountains National Park when two exhausted Scouts fell asleep on the trail itself during a snowstorm. The stronger Scout heard a scream from the other but did not get up. The next morning he found that the weaker Scout was gone.
A search party found the Scout's body near a stream. His pack was ab out a hundred yards away on a rock out in the middle of the stream. The water was several  feet deep there. The contents of the pack were arrayed about the pack on the rock. Can't you imagine a chimpanzee or even a Bigfoot squatting on the rock, taking the pack's contents out after he had killed the Scout?
  The micro-tension of the book is reading all the bizarre, frightening stories of hundreds of missing people. The macro-tension is two part. First you have Paulides in a dry mannner presenting the facts, just the facts, in an orderly manner against a backdrop of deadly, weird chaos. Secondly, you have the tension of waiting for Paulides to say the obvious: this is the work of Bigfoot.There's no other answer. He refuses to do that, and the tension continues. Peter Nickerson, MS, MSW 352-359-0850

Bigfoot Book Review: "Missing 411,Eastern United States"

Emotion-Based Review: Oh, my God! This dude has hundreds of examples of Bigfoot kidnapping and murdering people, even babies !
Can you freaking believe that? Slam Bam! I'm never going near the woods again! Talk about sharks? They're nothing compared to Sasquatch!
Knowledge-Based Review: All the above is true, but my emotions will be stronger and richer if I read the book, absorb some of the information and think before I emote.
 Many of David Paulides' examples are old, and if they are true, they represent Bigfoot learing about a new phenomenon: the European armed with a gun instead of an Asian with a primitve bow and arrow or a spear. Bigfoot, like the moose and the elephant in Africa has learned that the result of his charging a human could result in his grievous injury or his death. Consequently, he as a species, has gradually become less likely to charge or even expose himself to man over 400 years.
 On pages 49-50 there is an account of a Mrs. Herman Belgrin in 1910 living in McMillan, Wisconsin seeing a huge black bear carrying off her son. She chased the "bear" three blocks before he encountered a wire fence and dropped the two-year old baby. He was unhurt. Bears don't pick up animals without first attacking them. They carry creatures by using their teeth. A baby picked up and carried three blocks by a bear wouldn't be unhurt. Paulides won't say it, and this creates tension on the macro-level of the book, but it is obvious that Bigfoot is involved.
 Two-year old Kate Flynn in Wallaha, Michigan in 1869 went missing. Searchers jumped a huge "bear" that jumped into a river  (Bigfoot's transportation system) and disappeared on the other side. Kate was found by the river. She told her father that she had been playing and a big "dog" walked up to her, held out its paw, she took it, and the two walked away into the woods. The dog left her for a while and then returned with berries which they shared. Then the creature scraped up leaves and spread them around her. Finally, the dog lay down next to her and covered her with his body to keep her warm. I'd like to have that breed of dog! I could probably teach him to clean house and go to work.
 Edward Woefle, 15 years old, in Boulder Junction, Wisconsin went out to set seven wolf traps. The experienced trapper carried a pistol and a shotgun, perfect self-defense tools for close range protection. He never returned home. "Footprints" were discovered, but the bloodhounds refused to follow them. I have read only of a few dogs who were not terrified of Bigfoot. The local sheriff ended the search incredibly stating that he thought the boy had gone to Alaska. Guess that got the monkey off his back. To be continued  Pete Nickerson, 352-359-0850 If you live in the Gainesville, Florida area, please call me if you want to share gas expenses and Bigfoot hunt in Ocala National Forest with me.

Bigfoot Hunt #9

After reading four books back to back about Bigfoot violence toward humans, first the Indians and then the white man, I was afraid I was getting phobic. I got up having pulled a chest muscle lifting weights the night before and decided it would be a good day to get the Bigfoot fear behind me. Within ten minutes of getting into the woods, I saw my first turkey. Then I saw two does watching me. Later, I saw a very little doe watching me with her tiny, spotted fawn at her side. I happened to be talking to my daughter on the phone, and she shared with me the heart-softening delight of seeing the fawn. Eventually the mother ran off, and the tiny fawn gamely ran after her. Then I saw a ubiquitous yellow-rumped warbler. Another bird flew by but I decided I didn't have enough to time to follow him with the binocs. At one time I got out of the truck to examine some huge pine cones. My hypothesis is they came from the longleaf pine. As I stood there, I picked up movement in the bush. It was another turkey sneaking away. At dusk, I saw six more deer, all very small except for a huge deer. It must have been a buck. I have my camera screwed into a shooting stick and experimented with carrying it so that the butt was on the seat between my legs and the camera was resting against a shoulder. The stick provides a stable platform for the camera but it is ackward to use inside the truck. Of all the animals seen, I only got a shot at the first turkey, and he was just a speck in the picture. I guess I'll have to ask Bigfoot to stand in front of the truck and say cheese. There was only one other truck out in the boonies, and we stopped and talked three times. It was a guy with his girlfriend looking for a place to build a campfire. I warned them that it was too breezy, but he didn't seen to think so.Later, I was only a few hundred yards out of the woods when a fire truck went roaring by me towards the woods. I wondered if the kid had built a fire and lost control of it.
  Thinking about the fire truck the next morning, I first called the Conservation Commission number for suspicious activity. The worker referred me to the Forestry Department. I found out from that worker that there had been a stolen car burned in that area at the time I saw the fire truck, but the fire was not in the woods. I was happy to hear that. I didn't want to have to think about that tiny fawn trying to outrun a forest fire. Seeing a total of ten deer and two turkeys made it a good day even though it meant another day closer to being homeless.
 Anyone interested in looking for Bigfoot and black panthers in the Ocala Forest, please call me. Share gas expense and use my four-wheel drive. I'll make no claim if you get the million dollar video. Need to be from the Gainesville, Florida area. Call me. Pete Nickerson 352-359-0850