With absolutely no proof of any kind of who he really is, Barack Obamamade it to the Oval Office in 2008. There was no media vetting of the largely absentee senator from Illinois, who even back then had the temerity to compare himself to Abraham Lincoln. All anyone ever had to go on was an autobiographical book suspected of being ghost-written by an unrepentant domestic terrorist. We all know how it goes with politicians and autobiographical books.
When Nancy Pelosi writes hers she will claim she trumps Mother Teresa, the Calcutta saint, not the one married to John Kerry
If Harry Reid ever gets around to it, writing his, wine will turn to vinegar overnight.
You can claim to be anyone you want in a book, and that’s what Barry Soetoro did.