The fact that Barack Obama is a wondrous creature who Works in Mysterious Ways is being confirmed daily with new miraculous discoveries from his past, present, and future.

In this CNN footage from 2008, for instance, he says, "My father served in World War II and when he came home, he got the services that he needed."

That means his father's home in post-WWII Kenya provided better services for its veterans returning home from European battles, than today's United States can even dream of. Revise your history books, comrades!

But miracles don't end there. His father, Barack Hussein Obama Sr. (4/4/36 - 11/24/82) was five years old when WW II started, and less than 9 1/2 yrs old when it ended. His stepfather Lolo Soetoro (1/2/35 - 3/2/87) was six years old when WW II started, and 10 years old when it ended. A WWII veteran at that age is a miracle worthy of the rest of Obama's life saga, as incredible as it is audacious.

Truly, there is no beginning to Obama nor end to Barack; there is no beginning to Barack nor end to Obama.

My research team me looked into this matter closely to see if we could find something to vouch for President Obama's claim that Daddy-O served in WWII. After due diligence, I believe I we have uncovered the proof that not only was Daddy-O a WWII veteran, but, was also a damn mean swing dancer. Go Daddy-O

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Only Heroes of the MotherLand.

What Michelle Obama told the International Olympic Committee about her Chicago (and father)
October 2, 2009 | 1:52 am



Remarks by First Lady Michelle Obama to the International Olympics Committee

MRS. OBAMA: President Rogge, ladies and gentlemen, Mesdames et Messieurs of the International Olympic Committee: I am honored to be here.
I was born and raised on Chicago's South Side, not far from where the Games would open and close. Ours was a neighborhood of working families -- families with modest homes and strong values.

Sports were what brought our community together. They strengthen our ties to one another.

Growing up, when I played games with the kids in my neighborhood, we picked sides based not on who you were, but what you could bring to the game. Sports taught me self-confidence, teamwork, and how to compete as an equal.

Sports were a gift I shared with my dad -- especially the Olympic Games.

Some of my best memories are sitting on my dad's lap, cheering on Olga and Nadia, Carl Lewis, and ...
(Decadent Perve, having grown adult daughter sit on dad's lap)
... others for their brilliance and perfection. Like so many young people, I was inspired. I found myself dreaming that maybe, just maybe, if I worked hard enough, I, too, could achieve something great.

(UPDATE: Michelle Malkin did some calendar-comparing right here and figured out that Mrs. Obama was 20 years old when Carl Lewis first competed in the Olympics.)
(Just for that alone, No beet ration for the Month)
But I never dreamed that the Olympic flame might one day light up lives in my neighborhood.

But today, I can dream, and I am dreaming of an Olympic and Paralympic Games in Chicago that will light up lives in neighborhoods all across America and all across the world; that will expose all our neighborhoods to new sports and new role models; that will show every child that regardless of wealth, or gender, or race, or physical ability, there is a sport and a place for them, too.

That's why I'm here today. I'm asking you to choose Chicago. I'm asking you to choose America.

And I'm not asking just as the First Lady of the United States, who is eager to welcome the world to our shores. And not just as a Chicagoan, who is proud and excited to show the world what my city can do. Not just as a mother raising two beautiful....young women to embrace athleticism and pursue their full potential.

I'm also asking as a daughter.

See, my dad would have been so proud to witness these Games in Chicago. And I know they would have meant something much more to him, too.

You see, in my dad's early thirties, he was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. And as he got sicker, it became harder for him to walk, let alone play his favorite sports. But my dad was determined that sports continue to be a vital lifeline -- not just to the rest of the world, but to me and my brother.

And even as we watched my dad struggle to hold himself up on crutches, he never stopped playing with us. And he refused to let us take our abilities for granted. He believed that his little girl should be taught no less than his son.

So he taught me how to throw a ball and a mean right hook better than any boy in my neighborhood. But more importantly, my dad taught us the fundamental rules of the game, rules that continue to guide our lives today: to engage with honor, with dignity, and fair play.

My dad was my hero.

And when I think of what these Games can mean to people all over the world, I think about people like my dad. People who face seemingly insurmountable challenges, but never let go. They work a little harder, but they never give up.

Now, my dad didn't live to see the day that the Paralympic Games would become the force that they are today. But if he had lived to see this day -- if he could have seen the Paralympic Games share a global stage with the Olympic Games, if he could have witnessed athletes who compete and excel and prove that nothing is more powerful than the human spirit, I know it would have restored in him the same sense of unbridled possibility that he instilled in me.

Chicago's vision for the Olympic and Paralympic Movement is about so more than what we can offer the Games -- it's about what the Games can offer all of us. It's about inspiring this generation, and building a lasting legacy for the next.

It's about our responsibility as Americans not just to put on great Games, but to use these Games as a vehicle to bring us together; to usher in a new era of international engagement; and to give us hope; and to change lives all over the world.

And I've brought somebody with me today who knows a little something about change. My husband, the President of the United States -- Barack Obama. (Applause.) ### The sound of one hand clapping

Some people here seem to have dirty minds. Couldn't it have been that FLATUS was 20 dog years old (~ 3 human years old) when watching Carl Lewis on papa's lap?

Does anyone know about wookie years?

That was his composite father.

I think you need to revise your history books again comrade Red Square. See, I got a source telling me Kenyans discovered time travel in the 60's but kept it under wraps from the Amerikkkans because they knew the Amerikkkans would go back in time and kill Obama and his family.

What happened was, Obama Sr., at the age of 22, went back in time to kill Hitler, and he succeeded. It was covered up by the USA because the idea of a Kenyan killing Hitler was simply out of their racist minds, hence the suicide story. Well, Kenya still wanted to give benefits to Obama Sr., and as an act of generosity, he went back to his time so as Kenya could spare about 20 years of benefits to him. This sparing of benefits is what would lead to the building of the Kenyan time machine.

Comrades, this IS a possibility.
How ever the pigmentation issue is there, but I'm sure it will work out.

Time travel! It fully explains how after bombing Pearl Harbor, George Bush returned to his Japanese aircraft carrier (the one with the MISSION ACCOMPLISHED banner) years before his own so-called "birth" ...