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Obama's Columbia Roommate

Phil Boerner transferred from Occidental to Columbia and roomed with Obama during that first semester, until the end of that year when they went their separate ways housing wise, “we stayed in touch and remained friends.“


But wait? They stayed friends and remained in touch? I thought they were classmates at the same University, didn’t Phil see Obama in classes, did they not study in the same library, were they not cramming for the same tests together. What’s that you say? They were never "classmates" at Columbia. Phil studied History and graduated in 1984, while Obama studied Political Science and graduated in 1983. So after that first semester rooming together Phil has no knowledge that Mr. Obama attended any classes at Columbia University.

Phil Boerner "strikes" a pose

Obama's Other Columbia Roommate

Obama and Sadik cozy up

Sohale Siddiqi After Barry and Phil broke up and went their separate ways. Barack moved in with Sohale "Sadik" Siddiqi. so again Fogbow gets it right, finding evidence of someone Obama roomed with during his time in New York City. "Sadik" turned out to be a self described drug addict, cocaine dealer and illegal alien who had overstayed his visitors visa -- note that, not his "student visa" because as a matter of fact Sohale Siddiqi was never a student, and especially was never a "fellow" student nor "classmate" of Barack Obama, neither at Columbia nor at Occidental.
I'm Too Sexy For Y'All

Obama And Man's Country
HillBuzz blog is reporting that someone in the national media is FINALLY interested in Man’s Country in Andersonville.

This has to be cloak-and-dagger for the time being, because though we’ve not been sworn to secrecy on the project, we’re not at liberty to talk in depth about what we did yesterday, which was in response to one of the occasional requests we get from members of the media for background info on stories they’re doing.

Normally, it’s foreign journalists who get in touch with us when they’re in Chicago and want to go to the Southside to see how terrible it is, and talk about how Obama did absolutely jack squat for it as either a state senator or US Senator, and hasn’t used any of his particular brand of unicorn horn magic to improve it (or the black community residing there) since the illustrious Golden Age of Hope and Change began on January 20th, 2009.

But, this time it was a US reporter who wanted information on Man’s Country in Andersonville, which is a place both Obama and Rahm Emanuel frequented in the past.  Obama until 2002 or so, and Emanuel through 2008, according to what we’ve been told.  We spent a good amount of time on the ground in Uptown, Boystown, Andersonville, and Hyde Park yesterday with this reporter, also telling him everything we knew about Trinity United Church of Christ and the Down-Low Club it operated under Jeremiah Wright’s supervision/matchmaking.

What prompted this sudden interest in stories we’ve been hearing since 2004, when Obama first came onto the national scene, is the fact that at least one national journalist also thinks it’s odd -- as we have been repeatedly saying -- that The Enquirer, The Globe, and other papers have been so wildly gung-ho about reporting on old Vera Baker affair rumors pertaining to Obama…and how all of this comes on the heels of Kal Penn’s sudden and abrupt expulsion from the White House.

Something is definitely fishy.

Why the sudden need to portray Obama as an insatiably heterosexual stud who just can’t get enough women?

Baker’s a diversionary tactic…designed to cover SOMETHING up…and we think that something is an affair Obama had with Kal Penn, which seems to have ended badly.  We also think Penn was mugged not by a street thug in Dupont Circle, but by someone working for either the DNC or Organizing for America (or any number of its umbrella thugs), because Penn’s phone had something in it that would prove some kind of romantic relationship between Obama and a Hollywood actor with zero government experience who was plucked off a TV show unceremoniously and lifted into a high profile made-up position in the White House…so he could be close to Obama in Washington, where Obama wanted him.  Wanted in more than one sense.

Until he didn’t want him anymore.

And then someone needed to take his cell phone away, so that any pictures, texts, voicemails, or other interesting its and bitts could be secured by those wishing to protect Obama.

Some day in the future -- and it might very well take 50 years, until all of Obama’s cultists are gone and historians start accurately reporting on this man -- we believe Eric Massa, Larry Craig, Trent Lott, Mark Foley, James McGreevey, and their like are going to prove to be boring in comparison when all of Obama’s antics pre, during, and post White House days are exposed.  It’s only a matter of time.  The story will one day be written.  We doubt it will be by the reporter we spent the day with yesterday, but who knows.

It certainly can’t hurt to have someone from the dinosaur media poking around.  The more the better, in our opinions.
Straight Men Do Not Embrace Like This
This photo was taken at a gay event.

And why has Obama been wearing that wedding ring long before he married Michelle. 
This photo is from 1986.  He married Michelle in 1992.

Was it to keep women away?
More On Man's Country
The T-Room blog has more on Obama's and Emanuel's membership in the gay bath house club in Chicago.

Obama and his chief of staff Rahm Emanuel are lifetime members of the same gay bath house in uptown Chicago, according to informed sources in Chicago’s gay community, as well as veteran political sources in the city.

The bath house, Man’s Country, caters to older white men and it has been in business for some 30 years and is known as one of uptown Chicago’s "grand old bathhouses."  Sources who are familiar with the bath house say that it provides one-year "lifetime" memberships to paying customers and that the club’s computerized files and pre-computer paper files, include membership information for both Obama and Emanuel.  The data is as anonymized as possible for confidentiality purposes.  However, sources close to "Man’s Country" believe the U.S.  Secret Service has purged the computer and filing cabinet files of the membership data on Obama and Emanuel.

Members of Man’s Country are also issued club identification cards.  An unnamed source learned that Obama and Emanuel possessed the ID cards, which were required for entry.

Obama began frequenting Man’s Country in the mid-1990s, during the time he transitioned from a lecturer at the University of Chicago Law School to his election as an Illinois State Senator in 1996.  Emanuel, reportedly joined Man’s Country after he left the Clinton White House and moved back to Chicago in 1998, joining the investment firm of Wasserstein Perella and maintaining his membership during his 2002 campaign for the U.S.  5th District House seat vacated by Rod Blagojevich, who was elected governor.

Man’s Country appears to be a "one stop shopping" center for gay men.  The club’s website advertises steam rooms, "fantasy rooms," bed rooms, male strippers, adult movies, and lockers.

However, Man’s Country was not the only location for Obama’s predatory gay sex activities.  The Chicago gay community is aware that Obama often made contacts with younger men at his famous "pick-up basketball" games.  It was at these "pick up" matches where Obama first met Emanuel and a young Democratic campaign worker and senior bank vice president named Alexi Giannoulias.  Currently running for Obama’s old U.S.  Senate seat now occupied by Roland Burris, Giannoulias successfully ran for Illinois Treasurer in 2006 after being drafted for the run by Chicago’s Democratic machine.

This stuff has long been bubbling under the covers for some time.  I assume these allegations are being prompted by Democrats pushing for the repeal of the military's "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy.
Open Secrets And Media Darlings
HillBuzz blog says here’s something for you ponder, as more and more comes out about Tiger Woods, including, at last report, the possibility that one of his many lovers has photographs of him naked that she’s selling to Playgirl (move over Levi Johnston, and his teensy weiner!).

Apparently, "everyone" knew about Tiger Woods’ affairs and his behavior off the course, but the MSM narrative was that Woods "is a hero" and the Woods brand was something the MSM protected at all costs -- refusing to write negative stories about him, or tell the truth about any of his shennanigans.  "Everyone" knew Woods was up to the things he got up to, but the MSM would not talk about it.

Here in Chicago, depending on what community you’re in, "everyone" knows things about Dr.  Utopia too.  Our current occupant of the Oval Office, back when he was a "community organizer" for ACORN, a state senator, and an adjunct law professor, was indiscrete and up to all sorts of shennanigans by all accounts.  He not only sat in the pews at Trinity United Church gleefully taking in all the hatred and paranoid delusions of Jeremiah Wright, but like many black men at Trinity he’d then find somewhere up north to "unwind" when fiery sermons couldn’t quench the same thirsts as, say, nights spent at the baths.  In Chicago, guys in their late 40s and early 50s, who admit they used to go to bathhouses, love talking about a skinny black guy with big ears who said he was a "state rep", whenever he’d go to Man’s Country to be serviced by white men there.

We’re in our 30s here and have never set foot in Man’s Country.  But, go to Sidetracks on Showtunes nights, Little Jim’s or Northend on Halsted, or the Lucky Horseshoe at Belmont and talk to guys who’ve lived the scene, been there, done that, and will admit to being lifelong fans of Man’s Country.

They’ve got stories to tell, believe us.

The thing is, despite both Man’s Country and Steamworks (the two bathhouses in Chicago) being in business for DECADES, and doing fairly well, even in this economy, few people here will admit they’ve ever been there.  Since they won’t admit they’ve gone there, they don’t want to be quoted talking about anyone else going there either.  Absolutely none of them will go on record being the guy who talks about that skinny, effeminate, black "state rep" who liked having white men give him fellatio (but never reciprocated, the stories go).

But, they sure talk in bars.

And that makes us think of Tiger Woods and all these affairs.  It seems if you were in golf circles, you knew all about this…and probably know even more.  But, no golfers ever exposed Woods.  Even his mistresses didn’t rat him out until he brought himself down.  Once the floodgates opened, however, the truth all spilled out.

The same is going to happen with Obama in several areas, SOMEDAY:

(1)  How did he travel to Pakistan in 1981, as he details in the book William Ayers ghost wrote for him, when no US citizen was allowed in Pakistan with a US passport in 1981? -- the allegation that "no US citizen was allowed in Pakistan with a US passport in 1981" is false.

(2)  He admits to doing a large amount of drugs while going to Occidental College in California, smoking dope in high school, and doing cocaine at Columbia, but did he sell drugs too? -- From a member's email, "I know of only two individuals who attended Punahou at the same time young Barry did; one was older and one was younger.   The senior only remembers him as the Popolo kid (one of two) and the younger one remembers him the same.....but, along with his buddy Keith Kakugawa, as the campus drug dealers."

(3)  What, exactly, is the big secret with his college transcripts, birth certificate, adoption papers, medical records, and other documents he refuses to release?

(4)  Does he have early stage Parkinson’s as many suspect? -- never heard this one before.

(5)  Did he patronize an establishment called Man’s Country in Chicago during the 1990s?

(6)  Was he a member of a support group of men at Trinity United Church who also enjoyed frequenting places such as Man’s Country?  If so, who were the other members and did Jeremiah Wright arrange those meetings for these married men with similar interests?

(7)  Did he take a $10,000 pay-to-play bribe from Yesse Yehudah when he needed money after his failed congressional race against Bobby Rush?

There are people who know the answers to all of the above, and more questions that we haven’t listed…questions people in Chicago talk about all the time, without any prompting from us.

The MSM did not want the public to know any more about Dr.  Utopia than the public knows about Tiger Woods.  All that mattered was that these were highly marketable biracial men with "compelling life narratives" the MSM embraced to drive ratings and create phenomena.  It took years for the truth to come out about Woods.  Maybe the truth will never come out about Dr.  Utopia.

Maybe he’ll serve his term, retire to Hawaii, and make billions of dollars delivering speeches and having William Ayers write more books for him.

Or, maybe, people will start talking not just in bars, but to the public itself…just like some started doing about Tiger Woods.

Reading that fourth paragraph, this appears to be written by someone intimately familiar with Chicago's gay bars.
Sex And Murder In The Land Of Obama


Ulsterman says, this story came to me via a message to my Facebook account.   Upon reading what the author had to say, and doing some preliminary investigation to attempt at least partial corroboration, I have finally determined, following what appears to be both a sincere and earnest request, to publish this recollection of what they say they saw from Barack Obama and a now deceased man who was in Barack Obama’s presence that night.   The following is their recollection in its entirety -- no editing has been done.   I leave it to the readers to determine for themselves the validity of what the author of this story claims to have seen.

I was an intern for a local Chicago newspaper and a college student working toward a journalism degree.   This happened before Barack Obama was elected.   It happened a short time before he became a state senator in Illinois.   He was not the big name he would become just a few years later, but around Chicago he was a big enough name that I recognized who he was when I saw him.   His book has just been published and he had received some recognition locally for it, and I had actually seen him on campus a couple of times the year before.   He was an "up and comer."

Anyways, I got the chance to attend this big dinner/party/celebration event downtown that had everybody who was anybody in Chicago at the time.   It was an event that took place just before the big Democratic Party convention.   The mayor was to give a talk and I was told to do a write up of the mayor’s comments and if possible, get a short interview.   (I did not get the interview) I would figure about three or four hundred people were there.   Lots of money and power in the room.   As the night went on the drinking and noise levels both escalated.   I remember being a bit shocked to see these kind of people carrying on like they were, but it was also exciting to be around it.   I want to emphasize though that I was not drinking.   I was clear headed the entire night.   I saw what I saw.   I know what I know.

Just before I was going to leave, I ran into one of my professors and sat down to have a talk.   I remember being pretty excited that she actually remembered me, and even more excited that she seemed to want to ask me how I was doing and whatnot.   I also remember she did seem a little drunk.   We ended up sitting and talking for almost an hour and by the time she stood up to leave there were maybe just twenty or so people still hanging around.  Everyone else had left.

I decided to look for a bathroom before taking off myself and followed a sign that led me down a hall that had all the lights already turned off.   There were about four doors to the left that were to conference rooms, with a sign on the right of the hall pointing further down to the bathrooms.   I was a little spooked because it was so dark but managed to find the bathroom.   When I came back out I noticed one of the doors to a conference room was about halfway open.   I had remembered that no doors had been open before and I got a little freaked out.   I hesitated because I was afraid to walk by the door.   That was when I heard the voices.   Or not so much voices but I heard sounds being made by a person or people.  I also smelled something that was odd.  Never smelled it before or since that night.  A heavy sweet smell that was filling up the hallway.  It was not marijuana or anything like that.  I was in college.  I was plenty familiar with what marijuana smelled like.  Something different.  And as I stood there not quite sure what to do the smell seemed to go from sweet to kind of gross like rotting garbage.  It was weird.

I started to try and sneak past the open door so whoever was in there couldn’t hear me but I sure could hear them and that was when I realized the sounds coming out of that conference room were sexual.  I heard a male voice saying "Yeah," again and again and then another sound from another male voice.  I realized then that there were at least two men in that room having sex with themselves or someone else I could not hear.  I was almost past the door when I heard a loud sniffing noise, and more of that weird smell coming from the room, and then one of the men yelled out the F-word.  And that’s when I tripped.  I tried to fall as quietly as I could but when my right hand hit the floor it kind of twisted under me and it really hurt.  I cried out and then was trying to get up as fast as I could so I could keep heading down the hall.  I heard some scrambling from inside the dark conference room and then one of the men told the other one to shut up and be quiet.

And then the door opened behind me and I turned around and saw a young tall thin black man looking at me.  I recognized the face but wasn’t sure of the name right away, but was pretty sure he was someone important.  I told him I was just using the bathroom but knew I must have looked very embarrassed.  He just stared at me for what seemed like forever.  There was just enough light in that hall that I could see that his eyes were not really "right".  I thought he was probably drunk.  Then his eyes seemed to suddenly clear up and become a lot more focused and he looked down at me and he gave a big smile.  He asked me if I was ok.  I looked down to his belt which was undone and I could see that his dress shirt was not tucked into his pants.  When I looked back up at his face the smile was long gone.  He looked really angry at me now.  He asked me again if I was ok but he said it in a way that really spooked me.  There was something in his voice that scared me.  Really bad.  And it was at that exact moment I finally recognized his face as the author and political candidate Barack Obama.  I was just about to turn and walk as fast as I could out of the hallway when the door opened wider and another black man’s face poked out.  He said, "What the F is going on B?" The guy I now recognized as Obama stepped all the way out of the hall and closed the door behind him, leaving the other man inside the conference room.  He asked me again if I was all right.  Now he was standing right over me.  He smiled again and I noticed one of his front teeth seemed to have a chip in it, or it was a lot shorter than the other one.  He must have had work done because the pictures of him today don’t show that.  I don’t know why I noticed that so much or why it has stuck with me but it has.  And his breath smelled really bad.  It made me want to gag it was so bad.  I told him I was fine and did a kind of half walk half run down the hall and back into the main lobby.  I looked back right before I turned the corner and could make out Barack Obama still standing in the darkness of the hallway looking back at me.  It was very very creepy.

I didn’t really make much out of it.  I mentioned it in a joking way to some friends that I had interrupted some guys going at it in a conference room but never mentioned the name Obama when I did.  Then I forgot about it pretty much until I was watching the news and saw that Obama was running for U.S.  Senator.  I figured whatever he was doing in his private life was his business though, and didn’t want to make any trouble for him.  I actually agreed with his politics and voted for him.  If he was gay or bisexual, I really could have cared less.  Whatever issues he had with that were between him and his family and none of my business right? That’s how I felt.  So I forgot all about what I saw on that night again.  And I hardly thought of it when I heard Barack Obama was running for president.

That’s until I heard a news story coming from my television while I was making dinner.  A man had been murdered.  Shot numerous times at his home.  I glanced up at the television and there was the now dead man’s face being shown.  He looked older.  Heavier.  His hair was longer.  But it was him.  That was the same face that I had seen poke out from the conference room with Barack Obama about ten years earlier.  The news report said he was a church choir conductor and school teacher.  They didn’t mention it was the same church as Barack Obama.  I found that out a short time later.  Then I learned that another gay man from Obama’s church had been murdered about a month before.  That is when I started to really freak out.  I kept my mouth shut and didn’t say a word about what I had seen.  Then I started to feel like I was being watched.  I would see a car parked outside my apartment that wasn’t any of my neighbors.  One time I caught a man staring at me from across the street as I was getting my mail.  I worried I was losing my mind from way too much paranoia. 

I have since moved away from Chicago.  I have tried to forget all about what I saw, but it won’t leave my head.  I’m scared.  So now I’m telling you this.  I have been reading your stuff and think that the way you are doing it is giving you enough protection to get out your information but also protecting you.  So if you could do the same for me I would be very grateful.  I need to tell this story, but I don’t want to be known for doing it.  That scares me too much.  So the same way you seem to protect yourself and your sources I am hoping you can do for me.  I have to get this off my chest.  Part of me says I should have said something sooner but another part of me says that maybe I would not be around today if I had done that.  I know what I saw and I know what I heard.  I know who I saw.  Maybe it was some kind of phase he was going through at the time.  Maybe he was experimenting with a different lifestyle.  Maybe the death of that man was just a coincidence.  I don’t know the answers to that.  I just know what I know.  I just know what I heard and saw.  On that night I heard Barack Obama in that conference room with another man.  I saw Barack Obamastep out of that room with another man.  I smelled what I think was some kind of drug they were using.  And I know that the other man who was in that room with Barack Obama was murdered about ten years later shortly after Barack Obama declared he was running for President of the United States.

That is my story.  I hope that you share it.  If something happens to me now, you will know why.
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Obama Admits "New York Girlfriend" Is A Lie

Dylan Byers is reporting that one of the more mysterious characters from Barack Obama's 1995 autobiography Dreams From My Father is the so-called "New York girlfriend." Obama never referred to her by name, or even by psuedonym, but he describes her appearance, her voice, and her mannerisms in specific detail.

But Obama has now told biographer David Maraniss that the "New York girlfriend" was actually a composite character, based off of multiple girlfriends he had both in New York City and in Chicago.

"During an interview in the Oval Office, Obama acknowledged that, while Genevieve was his New York girlfriend, the description in his memoir was a “compression” of girlfriends, including one who followed Genevieve [Cook] when he lived in Chicago," Maraniss writes in his new biography, Barack Obama: The Story, an excerpt of which was published online today by Vanity Fair

Though Dreams From My Father is an autobiography, and hence non-fiction, Obama makes no mention of this "compression," nor is their any note by the publisher, Broadway Books. In fact, Obama only acknowledged the "compression" after Maraniss learned that Cook had no recollection of some of the events at which Obama said she was present.

"In Dreams from My Father, Obama chose to emphasize a racial chasm that unavoidably separated him from the woman he described as his New York girlfriend," Maraniss writes, before offering a passage from the book in which they go to see a play by a black playwright. He continues:

None of this happened with Genevieve. She remembered going to the theater only once with Barack, and it was not to see a work by a black playwright. When asked about this decades later, during a White House interview, Obama acknowledged that the scene did not happen with Genevieve. “It is an incident that happened,” he said. But not with her. He would not be more specific, but the likelihood is that it happened later, when he lived in Chicago. “That was not her,” he said. “That was an example of compression I was very sensitive in my book not to write about my girlfriends, partly out of respect for them. So that was a consideration. I thought that [the anecdote involving the reaction of a white girlfriend to the angry black play] was a useful theme to make about sort of the interactions that I had in the relationships with white girlfriends. And so, that occupies, what, two paragraphs in the book? My attitude was it would be dishonest for me not to touch on that at all … so that was an example of sort of editorially how do I figure that out?”

Broadway Books, a division of Random House's Crown Publishing Group, did not immediately respond to a request for comment.

Obama has told so many lies about his life that another one will hardly be noticed.

Not one of the "compression" of girlfriends Obama speaks of has ever come forward -- not one single woman has ever, ever told the story of "my date with Barack," or the tender remembrances of their brief, but intense relationship?

Not one -- ever!

Make of that what you will.

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