The gag order has been lifted evidently, and on Saturday Ayers shared his tender feelings about the role he played during the election in a special piece for The Star.com. Poor Bill Ayers. He was quite taken aback by the fact that people were appalled by his past words and actions. Words like, “Kill all the rich people. Break up their cars and apartments. Bring the revolution home, kill your parents, that’s where it’s really at!”, and actions like leading the domestic terrorist group, the Weathermen which participated in over 20 bombings in ten years, including the NYC police headquarters, the Capital, and the Pentagon. How silly of us to care about things like that.
Read the gentle, soothing words of this former terrorist:
Whew! What was all that mess? I’m still in a daze, sorting it all out, decompressing.
For the past few years, I have gone about my business, hanging out with my kids and, now, my grandchildren, taking care of our elders (they moved in as the kids moved out), going to work, teaching and writing. And every day, I participate in the never-ending effort to build a powerful and irresistible movement for peace and social justice.
Sorry, “small c” communism isn’t irresistible to most of us. Obama was elected because he was able to keep his creepier associations (like YOU) at bay, and fool people into thinking they were all going to get tax cuts.
In years past, I would now and then – and often unpredictably – appear in the newspapers or on TV, sometimes with a reference to Fugitive Days, my 2001 memoir of the exhilarating and difficult years of resistance against the American war in Vietnam.
“Exhilarating”? That’s one way of looking at it, I guess.
So the guy who has been stealthily cramming his “small c communism” down the throats of an unsuspecting public using Republican philanthropic grants, is now the victim:
During the primaries, the blogosphere was full of chatter about my relationship with Barack Obama. We had served together on the board of the Woods Foundation and knew one another as neighbours in Chicago’s Hyde Park. In 1996, at a coffee gathering that my wife, Bernardine Dohrn (also a founder of the Weatherman) and I held for him, I made a $200 donation to his campaign for the Illinois state senate.
Notice how he conveniently forgot to mention The Annenberg Challenge. He also forgot to mention the blurb Obama wrote for his book, A Kind And Just Parent, and probably about 500 other things we don’t even know about.
Obama’s rivals and enemies thought they saw an opportunity to deepen a dishonest perception that he is somehow un-American, alien, linked to radical ideas, a closet terrorist who sympathizes with extremism – and they pounced.
There is nothing dishonest in pointing out that Obama is linked to radical ideas. That has been proven beyond a shadow of a doubt. It is dishonest to accuse Obama’s detractors of characterizing Obama as a “closet terrorist”, when no credible person ever did. Closet extremist? Yes. We tried to warn the populous, but they refused to listen and now we have to live with the results:
Obama has already sent the rabidly anti-Israel, Robert Malley on a mission to the Middle East.
And via Breitbart:
President-elect Obama’s advisers are quietly crafting a proposal to ship dozens, if not hundreds, of imprisoned terrorism suspects to the United States to face criminal trials, a plan that would make good on his promise to close the Guantanamo Bay prison but could require creation of a controversial new system of justice.
A system of justice fraught with problems:
Prosecuting all detainees in federal courts raises a host of problems. Evidence gathered through military interrogation or from intelligence sources might be thrown out. Defendants would have the right to confront witnesses, meaning undercover CIA officers or terrorist turncoats might have to take the stand, jeopardizing their cover and revealing classified intelligence tactics.
And he hasn’t even been sworn in. But I digress. Listen to the hell, this poor victim Ayers was put through:
On the campaign trail, McCain immediately got on message. I became a prop, a cartoon character created to be pummelled.
When Alaska Governor Sarah Palin got hold of it, the attack went viral. At a now-famous Oct. 4 rally, she said Obama was “pallin’ around with terrorists.” (I pictured us sharing a milkshake with two straws.)
Oh! Tee hee! Bill Ayers is a funny guy. Now I know why Obama likes him so much!
The crowd began chanting, “Kill him! Kill him!” It was downhill from there.
That would be terrible if it actually happened. But it didn’t, and I bet the “small c communist” knows it.
My voicemail filled up with hate messages. They were mostly from men, all venting and breathing heavily. A few threats: “Watch out!” and “You deserve to be shot.” And I got some emails like this one from firstname.lastname@example.org: “I’m coming to get you and when I do, I’ll waterboard you.”
The police lieutenant who came to copy down those threats deadpanned that he hoped the guy who was going to shoot me got there before the guy who was going to waterboard me, since it would be most foul to be tortured and then shot.
Threatening phone calls are truly unfortunate. Maybe it’s time to get an unlisted phone number. Maybe you shouldn’t have spent your whole entire life trying to destroy this country.
The good news was that every time McCain or Palin mentioned my name, they lost a point or two in the polls. The cartoon invented to hurt Obama poked holes in the rapidly sinking ship.
No, you ass. The McCain/Palin ship started sinking in the wake on the financial crisis, which was unfairly blamed on Republicans. Don’t flatter yourself by thinking that the American people were rallying to your side. They believed Obama’s lies about the relationship, and were never properly clued in to the rest of Obama’s radical associations, thanks to a complicit press.
The McCain-Palin attacks not only involved guilt by association, they also assumed that one must apply a political litmus test to begin a conversation.
Not guilt BY association. Guilt OF association. Dozens of them, as it turns out.
Eh…the rest of it is “small c communism” boilerplate that I don’t feel like fisking, other than to say it’s all b.s., since I’m being pestered to take somebody to the store. You can read it for yourselves if your stomach can take it.
H/T: Gateway Pundit