We’ve already shown that Barack Obama’s ties to domestic terrorists run far deeper than he admits. Now, in the fourth and final part of our Carbolic Smoke Ball Investigative Report, we detail the most shocking truth yet: that Sen. Obama was the youngest and deadliest member of the Weather Underground.
WASHINGTON, DC - Long before he befriended atomic spies Ethel and Julius Rosenberg, chanted “death to Kennedy” at Dallas movie theaters with his best buddy Lee Harvey Oswald, or went fertilizer shopping with his protege Timothy McVeigh, Barack Obama was an eight-year-old errand boy who planted bombs for Williams Ayers’ subversive Weather Underground in the late 1960s.
Ayers chuckles every time he hears Obama say that he was only eight-years-old when Ayers did some despicable things. “What he forgets to mention is that he was right there with me.” Ayers calls Obama “the best ‘planter’ in the entire outfit. I couldn’t have done it without him.”
Wily beyond his years, Obama could always manage to get his little blue tricycle past any guard in any government building. “He’d look at them with those big innocent eyes and ask them if they wanted to hear him sing a negro spiritual. Sometimes he’d do a little tap dance for them, you know, pretending he was a miniature Sammy Davis, Jr. They’d all smile and say, ‘Ahh, what a cute little black kid’ and just let him pass. Nobody ever seemed to notice the dynamite strapped to his handlebars.”
Celebrated film director Martin Scorsese confirmed that his crime classic “Goodfellas” was originally written to tell the story of Obama’s role in the Weather Underground from a young age. “But then Denzel Washington dropped out of the lead and we replaced him with Ray Liotta, so we changed the Weather Underground to the Mafia. But as originally written, the first line in the film was Obama saying, ‘As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a domestic terrorist.’ When Ray [Liotta] was signed, we changed ‘domestic terrorist’ to ‘gangster.’”
Ayers lavished Master Obama with toys and candy, and the boy carried out the group’s dirty work with glee for several years, until he hit puberty. “Let’s face it,” Ayers said candidly, ”a cute little black boy can get away with anything, but a black teenage male — well, he might as well have a sign around his neck, ‘Arrest me, I’m a criminal.’ That’s not the kind of person I can have representing my organization.” Obama was demoted to washing dishes in the Weather Underground mess hall, out of sight, away from the action.
The proud young man bristled at the assignment and decided to part company with Ayers. Just as his bitterness was starting to eat away at him, he joined a new church and adopted the Rev. Jeremiah Wright as the father figure missing from his life.
Obama denies that his years working with Ayers were anything but “innocent child’s play.” In any event, he says that the boy who planted those bombs no longer exists. “Have you never heard that your skin replaces itself every seven years?” Obama asks. “Well, that little boy has been replaced several times over by now.” Besides, he is quick to add, he no longer owns that little blue tricycle, “so I just don’t see what all the fuss is about.”


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