Last week Barack Obama said that he too had been bullied in school, mainly because his ears were bigger than anyone's. This week he went even further, saying that one of his high school teachers took him aside one day and told him that, "He just didn't have what it takes academically to succeed." Adding that, "He would never amount to a hill of beans unless her learned to cheat better."
Never one to pass when given good advice, young Barry, as he was called back then, became a consummate cheater, outranking even some of the girls in his class. Armed with a diploma and a reference from his favorite advisor, he was early accepted into Columbia and then Harvard, where he set records for cheating that far-surpassed even those set by Teddy Kennedy.
He was so clandestine in his methods that fellow students don't recall ever seeing him in their classes. The fact that a man of his achievement could pass through these Ivy League bastions of learning without anyone remembering him, only points out how skilled he was in the fine art of subliminal subterfuge.
Small wonder that no one can come up with his birth certificate or records of his academic life. The following limerick sums up the mystery of Barack Hussein Obama:
Yesterday, upon the stairs
There was a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today
I wish to heck he would go away.