Here comes news that Bill Ayers ADMITS writing The One’s autobiography, “The Dreams of My Father.” This means that Our Savior has likely committed literary FRAUD in the tradition of JFK, who disgracefully accepted a Pulitzer for a book he didn’t write.

Jack Cashill was RIGHT, and Sarah Palin was correct, too. I hope they thoroughly enjoy their vindication.

Here’s Obama Downplaying his Ayers connection, which reveals that Obama is truly a corrupt, smooth-talking politician who took advantage of the Democrat’s and the Lamestream Media’s blind adoration:

You were duped, America. Now we’ll know what it’s like to have a hard-left radical thug who pals around with terrorists as President.

UPDATE: Ayers was jerking chains:

Here’s what I’m going to say. This is my quote. Be sure to write it down: ‘Yes, I wrote Dreams From My Father. I ghostwrote the whole thing. I met with the president three or four times, and then I wrote the entire book.’” He released National Journal’s arm, and beamed in Marxist triumph. “And now I would like the royalties.”

Please keep the quotes coming, Terrorist Bill, I’ll be happy to oblige. I’m sure Obama’s feelin’ the warm fuzzies about now.

UPDATE II: Of course everyone strongly suspects he was really telling the truth, knowing the Lamestream Media doesn’t care:

SCOTT adds: Duncan Jaenicke observes in the comments:

I am a professional ghostwriter; of my 12 books, 8 of them were ghosted. I see you are being very careful to not make a hard-and-fast conclusion, based on Cashill alone, about who wrote Dreams.

Give it up. The question of writing style is not a speculative one; any person’s writing style involved choice of vocabulary, grammar, style and even worldview. These things are even more individualized than, say, a speaker’s voice. When faced w/ the blank screen, the mind reaches into its inner resources and works in almost a miraculous way to produce prose, copy, text.

Put another way, when you telephone your best friend, there is a chance that someone else will pick up the phone (if your pal is in the shower, say), but when your friend answers, you “know” immediately it is him. Apply this way of knowing to one’s writing style, carefully studied. It’s a sure thing. Forget nuancing the question of who wrote Dreams, why not write about something more important re: Obama?

The Ayers encounter at the book show by Englund/NR was, I think, authentic–Ayers was telling the truth, and then decided to put in that twinkle in his ey eat the end (the remark about him deserving the royalties) just to confuse the journalists, whom he hates.

BTW I have signed book deals where I, as the ghostwriter, DO get SOME of the royalties, so Ayers is not so far off base as he confessed to the truth.