It is nevertheless telling that in picture books purportedly designed to teach children about Obama's life ample room is found for grand explication of his Holy Ghost-like omniscient global citizenship and the transubstantiation of his "very being" into a "bridge that joined nations" (past tense?) but no space for any earth-bound facts of his remarkable rise, which even his most diehard fans would presumably (hopefully?) acknowledge as corporeal in nature.
I haven't looked into it, but I doubt you'd be able to find very many fluffy children's stories about G.W. Bush...or Reagan? Fuhgddaboutit!
More from the article:
Son of Promise tells us of Barry's adventures in the "wonderland" of Indonesia, where he "caught crickets, flew kites, and joyed in the jungle at the edge of his new home -- a perfect paradise until the sight of beggars broke his heart." Like Perseus, Jason and every last Argonaut before him, child Obama glimpses his own righteous destiny in this unremarkable experience: "Barry started to wonder, Will I ever be able to help people like these? Hope hummed deep inside of him. Someday, son. Someday."
Soviet style propaganda is alive and well with this porked out bunch. Somebody bring me a bucket!