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As it is well known in the lexicon of the literate, a lost boy is a man who won't or can't grow up - that is, become a full-fledged adult. This is commonly referred to by women (who are usually advised to avoid this type of man as a potential husband) as the "Peter Pan Syndrome," for obvious reasons. I submit that it is probably wise for a marriage-age woman to look elsewhere for a mate, or she may end up being the only adult in the relationship. It is probably also not a good idea to elect such a man to the presidency.

Why is he lost, you might ask? Hmmmm.... Well, dad abandoned him for a life of bigamy and drunkenness, according to an investigation by the London Daily Mail, at age 2. A few years later, mom married her second Muslim husband, then sent Barack home from Indonesia to become Barry in Hawaii, where he was raised by that "typical white woman" grandmother of his. Gramps must not have been able to fill the father role Barry needed to move on past childhood, because he shuffled the kid off to Frank Marshall, his new Marxist mentor. That became his father model. That's who he wants to be politically. One problem though. He was white.

So he still has not grown up. It's reflected in his life. He identifies himself as an African-American, though we all know he is half white. He squashes his whiteness, pretending, like Peter Pan, that he is only black. His book, Dreams From My Father, reflects wishful thinking towards a bad father who is re-constructed in his fantasy as having led a meaningful life to atone for his selfish abandonment of his son, who is now inspired by him. Obama portrays himself as having endured the suffering, and therefore identity attainment, of a black man - just one who went to an expensive prep school in Hawaii, then on to Columbia and Harvard. Next to teaching law, community organizing, and high-end politics. You know, the typical young black male experience. In his peter Pan land, that is. Clearly his supposedly clueless 20 year stint with Rev. Jeremiah Wright was fantasy too. His implausible denial proves it.

Tinkerbell for V.P., anyone?

Tim Moore