Review: "Dreams From My Real Father"

I ordered a used copy of Joel Gilbert's "Dreams From My Real Father" off of Ebay for $8, including shipping. Half.com and Amazon had roughly the same deal but I ended up going with some Ebayer in Michigan.

In the past I have compared the mysterious life of the Barack Obama to the JFK assassination. The parallels are legion. In each situation most people accept a suspicious story because they cannot deal with the cognitive dissonance they might stir up with inquiry. Curiosity killed the cat, after all. Eyes forward.

Joel Gilbert is to the Mysterious Barack Obama what Oliver Stone is to the JFK assassination. I know nothing about Gilbert but I can tell you all you need to know about Oliver Stone. Oliver Stone is the worst filmmaker in history. Further, I disagree with Stone's premise that John Kennedy was killed by Clay Shaw's crew. I also reject the notion that Jim Garrison was a white knight and I reject the idea that Kennedy was a peacenik. And yet, I liked Stone's "JFK."

"JFK" was refreshing because it was more credible than the Warren Report's Lone Nut Who Spoke Russian So Fluently That His Future Wife Thought He Was A Russian Citizen But Who Was Unfortunately Murdered By A Second Lone Nut Who Just Happened To Have Long-Standing Ties To Organized Crime And Who Liked To Bring His Gun Into The Bowels Of The Dallas Police Department When He Was Not Assisting A Stammering Prosecutor In His Pained Efforts To Answer Simple Questions...Besides, the movie antagonized the news media. By that standard alone, it is a masterpiece.

"DFMRF" has antagonized the news media but on a much smaller scale. It is not a Hollywood movie so it is much easier for the press to ignore. What I like best about the digifilm is the exploration of Barack Obama's family. I have seen Gilbert explain Obama's maternal grandfather in TV interviews where he elaborated more than he did in the movie. I wish he would have explained him further.

Gilbert outs Stanley Armour Dunham as a CIA agent. During the Cold War CIA agents often posed as furniture salesmen (these days they are consultants.) Dunham moved his family around a lot but he always sold furniture close to Air Force bases. He might have been trying to monitor or infiltrate Communists near Honolulu and in the course of such activity, he might have invited Frank Marshall Davis to his home.

Dunham's rebellious daughter (a woman who would ultimately prove to be as mysterious as her espionagey father or her shadowy son) took a liking to the ever-cool Davis. Their consorting would produce a future president. This presented a dicey problem for the elder Dunham. His daughter was knocked up by a card-carrying Communist. If the Company learned of this development, he would lose his security clearance and he might be stuck selling furniture for real.

Problem solved by Barack Obama Senior. He married the pregnant woman and things seemed to improve for all concerned. Throughout the film, Gilbert shows pictures of Barack Obama II side by side with Davis. Barry Soetoro certainly resembles Davis more than he resembles Barack Obama Sr.

Barry Soetoro (I am using this aka at this time to avoid confusion with BHO Sr.) spoke at length about the influence of a mysterious "Frank" in his autobiography. The media does not want to examine Frank too closely. Gilbert does so. Barry Soetoro's verbiage often resembles Davis's verbiage as much as Soetoro resembles Davis facially.

If Davis is the real father, it explains why the Dunhams would allow their grandson to have contact with this reprobate. In retrospect, that probably wasn't a good decision. Davis is probably the most influential figure in Barry Soetoro's life.

Gilbert's case is not airtight. But as with "JFK" I give him credit for trying to expose the truth. And like "JFK,"  "Dreams From My Real Father" is more plausible than the official story. If you have any curiosity at all about Barack Obama/Barry Soetoro then by all means carve out 97 minutes and watch this movie. It is worth your time.