In the comments at Frank Marshall Davis’s warning to Barack Obama, somebody leaps in to claim that Davis's porno novel from the '60s was autobiographical. I don't know why it is so hard for some people to understand that a novel is, you know, made up stuff that might have some autobiographical elements or might not and no one but the writer can know.
Doing a little googling to learn whether Davis ever claimed the novel was autobiographical, I found the claim gets repeated on creepy sites that have pictures they say are nudes of Obama's mom. They're not. As usual, all you have to do is check snopes.com: Ann Dunham Soetoro. Answer? False. They're actually a pinup model named Marcy Moore.
I have my complaints with Obama's neoliberalism, but really, if you have to lie to attack someone, you should ask yourself why you're bothering.
But then, creepiness is its own reward.
Yes, I am having empathyfail just now. Posting nudie pics to smear someone's dead mom and claiming that a novel is the same as nonfiction? These people need therapists.
Two things I'd like to make as clear as possible:
Regarding the nude pictures, I completely approve of nude photographs. If the pics in question were Obama's mom, I would think that perfectly fine. It's the use of them that's creepy.
Regarding the porn novel, erotica has been part of human art for as long as we know. Here, it's the logic that offends me. Do these people think Daniel Dafoe was actually Robinson Crusoe and Moll Flanders?