So let us set the stage:
- Mitt Romney puts a canine on the roof of the car for a family trip
- a lot of people make fun of him for it
- which pisses off conservatives who now have to find an equivalent sin hidden in Obama’s murky past
- so they look and they look until finally someone thinks to read one of the president’s biographical books, and lo
- there they find the weapon. And they toss it back. And it is good.
Here it is:
In his book Dreams of My Father, Obama tells of being a six-year-old learning about a new and unfamiliar culture after his family’s move to Indonesia:
The children of farmers, servants and low-level bureaucrats had become my best friends, and together we ran the streets morning and night, hustling odd jobs, catching crickets, battling swift kites with razor-sharp lines — the loser watched his kite soar off with the wind, and knew that somewhere other children had formed a long, wobbly train, their heads toward the sky, waiting for their prize to land. With Lolo, I learned how to eat small green chili peppers raw with dinner (plenty of rice), and, away from the dinner table, I was introduced to dog meat (tough), snake meat (tougher), and roasted grasshopper (crunchy). Like many Indonesians, Lolo followed a brand of Islam that could make room for the more ancient animist and Hindu faiths. He explained that a man took on the powers of whatever he ate: One day soon, he promised, he would bring home a piece of tiger meat for us to share. That’s how things were, one long adventure, the bounty of a young boy’s life. …
Did you catch it? It’s in there all right. Obama ate your dog.