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A prominent member of Chicago’s homosexual community claims Barack Obama’s participation in the “gay” bar and bathhouse scene was so well known that many who were aware of his lifestyle were shocked when he ran for president and finally won the White House.

“It was preposterous to the people I knew then to think Obama was going to keep his gay life secret,” said Kevin DuJan, who was a gossip columnist in Chicago for various blogs when Obama was living in the city as a community organizer and later a state senator.

“Nobody who knew Obama in the gay bar scene thought he could possibly be president,” said DuJan.

DuJan, founder and editor of the Hillary Clinton-supporting website HillBuzz.org, said he has first-hand information from two different sources that “Obama was personally involved in the gay bar scene.”

“If you just hang out at these bars, the older guys who have been frequenting these gay bars for 25 years will tell you these stories,” DuJan said. “Obama used to go to the gay bars during the week, most often on Wednesday, and they said he was very much into older white guys.”

Obama, DuJan said, is “not heterosexual and he’s not bisexual. He’s homosexual.”

Investigative journalist Wayne Madsen, who worked with the National Security Agency from 1984 to 1988 as a Navy intelligence analyst, confirmed DuJan’s claims.

“It is common knowledge in the Chicago gay community that Obama actively visited the gay bars and bathhouses in Chicago while he was an Illinois state senator,” Madsen said.

A member of the East Bank Club in Chicago confirmed Obama was a member there and was known to be a homosexual. The upscale fitness club, with 10,000 members, is not a “gay” facility. But it’s one of several places identified by the Chicago homosexual community as a “gay gym,” where homosexuals meet and engage in sexual activity.

A federal judge dismissed a libel case against Larry Sinclair, a homosexual who claimed Obama’s 2008 presidential campaign had paid to rig a polygraph test regarding Sinclair’s sensational charge that he had sex and used cocaine twice with Obama while Obama was an Illinois state senator. Sinclair tells his story in “Barack Obama & Larry Sinclair: Cocaine, Sex, Lies & Murder.”

Former radical activist John Drew said that when he met Obama when Obama was a student at Occidental College, he thought Obama and his then-Pakistani roommate were “gay” lovers.

In addition, rumors have swirled around Obama’s relationship with his personal aide and former “body man,” Reggie Love, who resurfaced on the eve of the Republican National Convention to support his old boss. In two separate articles, Obama wore a gold band on his wedding ring finger at Occidental College through his student days at Harvard Law School.

DuJan said that during Obama’s first presidential campaign, “there was fear in the gay community” about talking openly about Obama being homosexual, particularly after the murder in December 2007 of Donald Young, the openly gay choir director at Jeremiah Wright’s Trinity United Church of Christ, who was known to be a close friend of Obama.

“People did not want to talk openly about Obama being gay,” he said.

“Then, when we saw how Larry Sinclair was demonized, anybody who would expose Obama worried they would be silenced if they dared to speak the truth about Obama’s gay life,” DuJan said.

DuJan said he has been told, “Obama’s secrets would have to come out just like John Edwards’ secrets came out.”

He said Obama stopped going to gay bars and bathhouses in Chicago when he began running for the U.S. Senate in 2004.

“Back then, Obama could walk around Chicago and people generally wouldn’t recognize him, even though he was a state senator in the Illinois assembly at the time,” DuJan said.

DuJan insisted that while he supports Hillary Clinton, he holds no personal animus toward Obama. He said he campaigned for Clinton in 2008 “because I had waited for years for her to be able to run.”

“I opposed Obama not because I’m a racist, or that I hate Obama, I just knew the type of person Obama associated with in Chicago,” he said.

He pointed to Obama’s association with convicted Chicago real estate magnate Tony Rezko, Nation of Islam leader Louis Farrakhan and Rev. Wright.

“Obama was a dirty politician that the media never wanted to vet – that’s what concerned me about Obama,” Du Jan said.

Madsen published an article in his Wayne Madsen Report in May 2010 claiming Obama and Chicago Mayor Rahm Emanuel were members of the same bathhouse in Chicago.

“President Obama and his chief of staff Rahm Emanuel are lifetime members of the same gay bathhouse in uptown Chicago, according to informed sources in Chicago’s gay community, as well as veteran political sources in the city,” Madsen wrote.

He said the bathhouse, “Man’s Country,” catered “to older men,” noting “it has been in business for some 30 years and is known as one of uptown Chicago’s ‘grand old bathhouses.’”

Madsen wrote his 2010 report after traveling to Chicago to interview bartenders and customers at several “gay” bars.

DuJan gave WND a list of “gay” bars in Chicago where older customers hang out and tell stories about how Obama, before 2004, frequented visited to pick up men for sex, including several on Halstead Street, widely known as an “uber-gay Chicago street.

DuJan said rooms at Man’s Country bathhouse are still referred to as the “presidential suite,” or the “Oral Office,” because “the current President used to haunt the place when he was a just another Illinois state senator that no one had ever heard of or cared about.”

DuJan said he believes that, someday, “all of this is going to be as public knowledge as JFK’s affair with Marilyn Monroe and the other women he cavorted with while married to Jackie.”

“Someday,” he said, “in the next 10-20 years, everyone will know all about Man’s Country, and the place will no doubt get a plaque of sometime commemorating that place as a gay hangout for the future leader of the free world.”

In late May, Wash. DC-based investigative journalist Wayne Madsen had a bombshell revelation about Obama’s membership in a Chicago gay club, Man’s Country. Madsen also reported on Obama’s sexual relationships with other men, including named D.C. politicians and Donald Young, an openly gay choir director of the church in Chicago of which Obama was a member for some 20 years — Jeremy Wright’s Trinity United Church of Christ black liberation theology.

Obama’s relationship with Young was confirmed by Larry Sinclair, who claims to have had two sex cocaine trysts with Obama.

There were two other openly gay men in Wright’s church: Larry Bland and Nate Spencer. In late 2007, as Obama began his ascent to be the Democratic Party’s presidential nominee, in one and a half months, all three men “conveniently” died. Bland was murdered execution-style on November 17, 2007; Young was murdered execution-style on December 24, 2007; and Spencer reportedly died of septicemia, pneumonia, and HIV on December 26, 2007.

Now, Young’s elderly mother is speaking out about her suspicions that her son was murdered to protect Obama’s reputation and to ensure his political future as President.

Norma Jean Young, the mother of the late Trinity United Church of Christ choir director Donald Young, has spoken out and declared that persons trying to protect Obama murdered her son at the height of the 2007 Democratic presidential primary to protect Obama from embarrassing revelations about his homosexual relationship with her son. Donald Young’s bullet-ridden body was found in his Chicago apartment on December 23, 2007, in what appeared to be an assassination-style slaying.

Young revealed that her son Donald, who was openly gay, was a “close friend” of Obama. Mrs. Young also believes the Chicago Police Department has not placed a high priority on finding the killers of her son.

Young, a former employee of the Chicago Police Department, said, “There is more to the story,” adding, “I do believe they are shielding somebody or protecting someone.”

The revelations are consistent with information obtained on May 24.

“President Obama and his chief of staff Rahm Emanuel are lifetime members of the same gay bath house in uptown Chicago, according to informed sources in Chicago’s gay community, as well as veteran political sources in the city.” The report added, “WMR spoke to several well-placed sources in Chicago who reported that Jeremiah Wright, the pastor of Obama’s former church of 20 years, Trinity United Church of Christ (TUCC) on Chicago’s south side, ran what was essentially a matchmaking service for gay married black professional members of the church, including lawyers and businessmen, particularly those with children.

The matchmaking club was called the ‘Down Low Club’ but references to it over the phone and email simply referred to the group with the code phrase ‘DLC.’ The ruse, according to our sources, was to make anyone who was eavesdropping on the communications [FBI wiretaps in the Rod Blagojevich case likely contain such references] believe that the references were to the Democratic Leadership Council, also known as the DLC . . . Among the members of the gay ‘DLC’ were Obama and TUCC’s choir director, Donald Young, an openly gay man who reportedly had a sexual relationship with Obama.

Two other gay members of the church were Larry Bland and Nate Spencer. Young and Bland were brutally murdered, execution style, in late 2007. Bland was murdered on November 17, 2007, and Young on December 24, 2007. The latter was killed by multiple gunshot wounds. Spencer died on December 26, 2007, of ‘septicemia, pneumonia, and HIV.’”

Larry Sinclair, the gay man who claimed to have had two sexual encounters with Obama in Chicago in 1999, wrote a book, “Cocaine, Sex, Lies & Murder,” in which he states that Obama was linked to Young’s murder. Sinclair wrote that he was in contact with Young shortly before his murder and Young revealed his relationship with Obama. At the time of his revelations about Obama at a National Press Club news conference, the veracity of Sinclair’s story was doubted due to the absence of corroborating evidence coupled with a bizarre news conference.

Since then, various competing camps, including the Hillary Clinton and John McCain campaigns, have co-opted Sinclair’s story and his revelations for their own political purposes. Sinclair, it should be noted, has not deviated from his original story or charges against Obama.

On June 19, 2008, a report surfaced saying, “WhiteHouse.com held a news conference following Sinclair’s at which a video of Sinclair’s polygraph was to be shown. After experiencing technical difficulties with the video presentation, Parisi abruptly canceled the news conference and took no questions.”

The aborted news conference was as bizarre as Sinclair’s. Sinclair was arrested by Washington, DC police following his news conference based on a warrant from Delaware issued by Vice President candidate Joseph Biden’s son, Delaware Attorney General Beau Biden. The Delaware charges against Sinclair were later dropped.

Sinclair’s book is now the subject of a defamation lawsuit brought by Dan Parisi, the proprietor of the website, Whitehouse.com, who is mentioned in Sinclair’s book concerning his involvement in polygraphs administered to Sinclair after he made his allegations against Obama public during the 2008 presidential campaign. The lawsuit is being handled by Patton & Boggs law firm, which represented Karl Rove in the Valerie Plame Wilson/CIA leak and filed against Sinclair, his publishing company, and distributors, including Barnes and Noble and Amazon.com in the U.S. District Court for the District of Columbia. Sinclair is currently a resident of Florida.

The lawsuit against Sinclair has been assigned to Judge Richard Leon, the Republican deputy chief minority counsel on the House Select Committee to Investigate Covert Arms Transactions with Iran, aka, the Iran-contra scandal. From 1988 to 1989, he served as Deputy Assistant Attorney General, and from 1992 to 1993 was the Republican chief minority counsel on the House Foreign Affairs Committee’s October Surprise Task Force investigating the 1980 Reagan-Bush campaign’s secret dealings with Iran to ensure the defeat of President Jimmy Carter.

Leon was nominated for the federal bench by President George W. Bush on September 10, 2001, and his involvement in so many high-level cover-ups of White House misconduct makes him an illogical choice to hear a case involving serious allegations against Obama.

Blagojevich’s defense in his federal corruption trial is slated to begin today, June 3, 2010, in Chicago. Judge James Zagel has denied the defense’s request for all the government’s wiretaps to be played. The tapes contain some earthy references to Obama’s and his chief of staff Rahm Emanuel’s homosexual habits.

Sinclair said he believed the Obama White House is trying to have his book withdrawn from circulation to avoid embarrassment about Obama’s homosexual past and the possible involvement of his top lieutenants in Young’s murder. In May 2008, a Chicago private detective said he believed Young was “rubbed out” because of his relationship with Obama.

Sinclair has echoed the private eye’s beliefs about Young and Obama. Reports before his death, are that Young was planning to flee to Africa to teach. The information was provided by Young’s mother, who also now fears for her life and plans to leave her Peoria, Ill. home for a secret location after the Chicago police warned her that her life is in danger.

Desperate to get back into radio, I answered an ad in the Times-Standard for KERG in southern Humboldt. The voice on the other end of the telephone instructed me to come to the station right away.

Once at the station I sat down with a short, balding man named Jerry. He was heavy-set with a full beard.

Both stood out on him because of the multicolored-tie-dyed tee-shirt he was wearing. He was, however the station’s owner.

His very first and only question was: Do you have a problem reading live copy on the air about PVC piping.

I told him that I didn’t.

He offered me the job and I accepted without hesitation. It wasn’t until I actually sat down in what he called a control-booth, a desk on a riser surrounded by thick plexi-glass, that I’d learn I had hired on to something strange.

It was wall-to-wall music, same artist, 24-hours a day and in between album sides, I’d read the live copy about PVC piping.  It was the only commerical the station ran while I was there, which was only about two-months.

Furthermore, listeners would come in to the station. Aside from being stoned and free-spirited, they’d start doing things with one another that would make a dog in heat blush.

I lasted only two-months at the job.

A few years later, it would occur to me why PVC piping was so important to the economy of the southern Humboldt town, that the strange people that came into the station were better known as “Deadheads,” and Jerry was and remains an important figure in American rock history.

One early morning my brother was slashed so badly one of his kidneys nearly fell out of his body. It’s an event I’ll never forget.

What I had forgotten though is what led up to this event and caused an ex-girlfriend to hate me with a passion. I didn’t know why she felt like she does till I found an old journal entry yesterday morning about that night’s event.

It had been a number of months since Lora and I had broken up. She was far from my mind as I waltzed down the sidewalk to meet up with my brother and his friend, who were parked in the lot near a restaurant, whose name escapes me now.

I had jus’ been to Kacy’s Supermarket to buy the three of us some generic beer. We had plans to go down to Citizen’s Dock or maybe Endert’s Beach to sit and drink the swill.

That’s where those plans took a sudden turn.

Having jus’ dropped the beer in to my brother’s friend’s car; I heard an awful smashing sound. A large rock or perhaps a piece of cement had been hurled through the front window of Lora’s brother Don’s car.

In Del Norte County, everyone pretty well knows that both the city police and sheriff deputies arrive on the scene of such events rapidly. Such is the nature of a small town.

It was obvious that my brother and his friend knew this as well and they tore out of the parking lot leaving me standing there. So I simply took off running as fast as possible.

My line of flight was back the way I had come. I raced passed the large windows of the supermarket where I was seen by a number of people. These same people would later identify me as the culprit, though none saw what had actually happened.

Later I would manage to link up with my brother and his friend. We would avoid contact with law enforcement until my brother was knifed.

It was period in my life where I was having a hard time holding down a part-time job. It seemed like evertime I got a new job, I’d get orders causing me to abandon the position.

However, one such job I lost, had nothing to do with the Marine Corps. Rather it had to do with miscommunication.

To keep my part-time job as a certified nursing assistant at the Crescent City Convalescent Hospital, I had to complete a nursing class. I tried to challenge the course but was refused the chance.

I attended class durning the day and worked the overnight shift.

One early morning I entered a room where a patient was calling for help. In the far corner at the base of a wall-heater was a fire.

I moved the patient out of the room and closed the door behind us, then returned to the room with a fire extinguisher.

Out in the hallway, the area filled with smoke. At that point, my Charge Nurse, Mike Ramel ordered us to started moving patients outside.

Soon the Crescent City Fire Department arrived. They said the fire extinguisher’s dry-chemical was what had filled the hallway and not smoke.

But by this time, I was already at Seaside Hospital, being admitted to ICU for smoke inhalation. I was there for two days.

Following my release I returned to class where I was promptly told I had been dropped because I was a no-show. Failing the class left the hospital with no other recourse but to fire me.

Besides I think they were happy to be done with me. I cost the hospital nearly $3,000 to have the facility cleaned after I used the fire extinguisher.

During his final week of indoctrination Doc’s squad drew night guard duty. The first night of guard duty he drew an abandoned field filled with junked vehicle parts.

The Officer of the Day pulled up in his jeep, with him was the company officer. Doc was instructed to recite my first general order, to which he replied, “To take charge of this post and all government property in view.”

At this point he was praying that his quizzing was over, but it wasn’t.

“Son, what would you do if I came charging across that field, straight at you, with a fully loaded AK-47?” the company officer asked.

Doc’s response was less than a delight to the officers ears as he replied, “Sir, I’d call the Corporal of the Guard.”

“Now, what the hell would you do that for?” he barked.

Without blinking, Doc looked him square in the eye, answering, “Sir, to haul your dead-ass away…sir.”

The following day Doc was summoned to the platoon’s master sergeant’s office. He figured he was in trouble for having threatened to shoot the company officer.

Instead, Doc was surprised to be greeted by the man he had never seen smile, with a broad grin from ear to ear. He congratulated Doc on his outstanding response to the company officer’s question the night before and invited him to sit and have a cup of coffee.

The wife says my pants are too long.
I tell her she’s got it all wrong.
My jeans are meant to be this way,
Come workin’ time or for play.

She says a shorter size I could fit,
And a smaller size I should get.
But I know they need come down
Over my boots an’ near the ground.

For longer legs I did dream
Of addin’ more to my inseam.
They drag along in the dust,
But drag along they must.

“It’s proper dress,” I say.
She just says, “No way!”
“For if they don’t,” I retorts,
“It’s jus’ like a-wearin’ shorts!”

In my short 20-years of living I had no idea how terrible a smell a refugee camp could smell. We were there as a part of the UN Peacekeeping Forces.

Privately, none of us were happy about being in the position we were in, we considered ourselves to be warriors not peace-niks. Eventually we would get to fight, but that is a different story.

Walking through this mass of people, rotting food, defecation and poor water supply, I was appalled at both the site and the odors that came from every inch of the place. I was tasked with medical aid.

Even though I had a large tent set up near the center of this camp, I was not seeing any of these people. They refused our assistance.

It took about two weeks for someone to suggest a change in our habits. Instead of wearing our Marine utilities, we got permission to turn out in jeans and sweat shirts.

Command airlifted our “new” uniforms via the Quarter Master. Many of us figure the QM believed we had lost our minds by requesting “civvies.”

The first day I put on my jeans and sweatshirt was also the day I was ordered to the pass. There I had to set up another medical tent and organize the supplies.

It was astonishing to see the hordes of people fleeing the war torn country behind them, looking for peace and safety. They trudged up the side of Safed Koh all day and all night to reach the flats jus’ beyond the gap in the mountainside.

This was no small feat as it’s over 3,500 feet. And the majority of these refuges packed everything they owned with them.

Still, not many stopped for medical assistance. It had to be something major, like a broken leg, that impeded the hike up to freedom.

In a case like that, I’d realign the bone to best of my ability, put the injured limb in a standard plaster cast and through an interpreter, instruct the patient to return if it continued to hurt, became swollen, infected or simply need to have the cast removed.

Not once did I see anyone for a return visit. Once they made it to the pass and had stocked up on enough supplies in the camp, they’d leave and not return.

Within a month, the Marines were moved of the mountain and into the valley. The Pakistani PCF took over the care of the incoming refugees and old rivalries and feuding sprang up. It became a sorrier situation than before.

But though it was on my mind, we didn’t have time to worry about this. Instead we were working out plans to win the Cold War by advising the Mujahideen in their war with the Soviets.

I can’t seem to do nothin’ right,
Like goin’ to town an’ gettin’ tight,
Then thrownin’ up upon the ground,
I somehow manage to throw down!

Kay was sitting in the front room surfing the Internet with her new laptop. I was enjoying a cup of coffee, listening to the radio.

Suddenly she jumped up and disappeared down the hallway only to come rushing back a few seconds later. In her hand she had a pair of what appeared to be sunglasses.

Looking closer I realized they were the new-style 3-D glasses one purchases at the movies now days. By this time she had them on and had her computer back in her lap.

My curiosity was piqued and I had to ask, “What are you doing?”

“I’m watching the trailer for Toy Story one and two in 3-D,” she answered.

After studying her face for a few seconds to see if she were truly serious or pulling a practical joke on me, I asked her, “You do realize you can’t see a regular movie trailer in 3-D on your computer with those glasses, right?”

She looked at me over the rim of the glasses and responded with a question of her own, “You can’t?”

It was good thing my bladder wasn’t full; else wise I’d have pee’d myself from laughing so hard.

It was the morning after Super Bowl XIX. The San Francisco 49ers had defeated the Miami Dolphins 38-16. The date was January 21, 1985.

It was about 1 a.m., when 17-year George Lamson was blown from Galaxy Airlines Flight 203, which had jus’ lifted off from the Reno-Cannon International Airport. The plane actually crashed one and half miles south of the runway near an RV lot, behind Meadowood Mall.

Somehow, Lamson, of Minnesota, landed upright in the middle of South Virginia Street. He was still strapped to his seat and of the 71 people on board, he was the only one to survive. His father George, Sr. was also killed in the crash.

Still I have nightmares of the twisted, stretched, mangled and destroyed bodys.