Just a Guy Living in the Neighborhood, Eh?
He just scribble a few sentences on the book draft by chance. Who knew it belonged to Obama.
BackyardConservative: Bill Ayers No Dream
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.
He needed Anne to get the proceed and he was even willing to split it. Did the PotUS (!!!) stiff the unrepentant terrorist his royalties? Hmmm, is this good or bad?