What if you thought that there was something “wrong” with the current President that surpassed simple and normal partisan ideological differences?

What if you were able to see that “wrong” in behavior being by and large ignored by the majority of the media?

What if you began to realize that the majority of the media and the President may be one and the same?

What if these feelings wouldn’t go away?

Nearly three years ago, as I watched with disbelief Barack Obama’s support of Manuel Zolaya’s blatant attempt to overthrow the Honduran Constitution, I began to immerse myself in the world of conspiracy theories.

It was on that day that I became Roy Neary.

I thought that the process of putting my thoughts into words would exorcise Roy from my system, but the administration’s full-frontal attack on FOX News a few weeks later, brought him back with a vengeance, so I walked back into Neary’s dark world, once again thinking that I would exorcise this obsession.

But as I finished writing, I could not stop envisioning him walking up into the bright light of the alien mothership, just like he did in Speilberg’s brilliant movie, and into the welcoming embrace of those somewhat vague creatures waiting there for him.

Nevertheless, Roy Neary and I were done…sort of.

I kept staring into that bright light and wondering just who it was welcoming Roy with open arms.

I knew that there was something there, but I had nothing.

So I never wrote what would have been a purely speculative piece.

Then, a friend sent me an email with a link to an article that set my old conspiratorial wheels spinning out of control, and brought the creatures standing in the bright light of the mothership a little bit more into focus.

This story had everything that a good conspiracy theory should have…old newspaper clippings, verifiable data from reliable sources, ominous forebodings suddenly receiving conformation of their possible authenticity, with the world’s most powerful man at one end of it, and a small-town investigative reporter at the other.

And I felt Roy Neary coming alive inside me one more time.

Hours later, with a dozen tabs spread out across two separate computer screens, a picture had formed.

Let’s begin.

The first requirement in a good conspiracy theory, is a good list of chartacters, and the first member of the cast in this theory is one Vernon Jarrett, a veteran journalist, Civil Rights activist, and respected leader in Chicago who in 1970 was the first African-American to be a syndicated columnist for the Chicago Tribune.

Here is what The Washington Post had to say about Vernon Jarrett on the occasion of his death:

Vernon Jarrett, 84; Journalist, Crusader
By Yvonne Shinhoster Lamb
Washington Post Staff Writer
Tuesday, May 25, 2004; Page B07

Vernon Jarrett, 84, a pioneering African American journalist who tackled the tough issues of race relations and politics as a newspaper, television and radio commentator throughout a 60-year career, died of cancer May 23 at the University of Chicago Hospital.

From his beginnings in the mid-1940s at the Chicago Defender to becoming the Chicago Tribune’s first African American syndicated columnist, Mr. Jarrett continually shone a light on African American history and pertinent issues in Chicago and throughout the country. He stoked the political embers in Chicago that led to the 1983 election of the city’s first African American mayor, Harold Washington.

Jarrett, who nurtured generations of young journalists, was one of the founders of the National Association of Black Journalists and the second president of the organization, which now has 3,000 members.

“He used his journalism as a way of ensuring that the achievements of blacks would never be forgotten and the struggles of blacks would never be ignored,” DeWayne Wickham, also a founding member and past president of NABJ, stated in a news release from the organization.

Vernon Jarrett was a respected journalist, so one has to consider this when reading his syndicated column of November 6, 1979, found in the dusty microfiche archives of the St. Petersburg Evening Independent.

The story was titled “Will Arabs Back Ties to Blacks With Cash?”, and can be found here. on page 19-A, and it details a conversation between Mr. Jarrett, and the second entry in our list of characters, a San Francisco attorney (formerly from Chicago) with “extensive and significant ties” to the Saudi royal family named Khalid Abdullah Tariq al-Mansour (formerly Donald Warden).

In this 1979 column, Jarrett asks al-Mansour about a rumor of billions of dollars that oil-rich Arab nations are ready to “unload” on “American Black leaders and black institutions”. Jarrett quotes al-Mansuour: “It’s not just a rumor. Aid will come from some of the Arab states.”

Now, this in and of itself is insignificant, and unverifiable since it exists nowhere outside this 1979 column, but, this is where the story gets interesting.

Vernon Jarrett, wasn’t just a respected Black columnist, he was Valerie Jarrett’s father-in-law, and that San Francisco attorney he quotes, is the same individual who (allegedly) arranged for Barack Obama to be admitted into the Harvard Law School in 1988.

Enter Percy Sutton.

From The New York Times, December 27, 2009:

Percy E. Sutton, a pioneering figure who represented Malcolm X as a young lawyer and became one of the nation’s most prominent black political and business leaders, died in a Manhattan nursing home on Saturday, his family said. He was 89.

Entering politics in the early 1950s, Mr. Sutton rose from the Democratic clubhouses of Harlem to become the longest-serving Manhattan borough president and, for more than a decade, the highest-ranking black elected official in New York City.

Mr. Sutton, whose passion for civil rights was inherited from his father, was arrested as a Freedom Rider in Mississippi and Alabama in the 1960s, yet once described himself as “an evolutionist rather than a revolutionist” in matters of race. “You ought always to keep the lines of communication open with those with whom you disagree,” he said.

He was the senior member of the group of prominent Harlem politicians who became known, sometimes derisively, as the Gang of Four. The other three were David N. Dinkins, New York’s first black mayor; Representative Charles B. Rangel; and Basil A. Paterson, who was a state senator and New York’s secretary of state. Mr. Sutton was also a mentor to Mr. Paterson’s son, Gov. David A. Paterson.

The Al-Mansour-Obama connection resurfaced briefly during the 2008 Democratic Primaries as a result of a statement (initially dismissed by the Obama campaign as the ditherings of a senile old man) made by Sutton during a live interview.

Khalid Al Mansour no longer denies this claim.

Enter the final character in this, my final excursion into the world of Roy Neary. The final member of this circle of friends who in 1979, saw potential in a young man trying to enter the Harvard Law School, Vernon Jarrett’s best friend and colleague, a renowned Chicago journalist who moved to Hawaii in the late 1940s and years later befriended Stanley and Madelyn Dunham and their daughter Stanley Ann.

Enter Frank Marshall Davis.

So, what do we have here?

We have a close friend of Stanley, Madelyn and Stanley Ann Dunham, and (allegedly) Obama’s mentor, whose respected journalist and Black activist friend was approached by an attorney for the Royal Saudi family to help him get the word out that Arab money was available to “help” minority students and institutions, at just about the same time that Barack Obama was beginning his collegiate career, we have that very same Saudi-connected lawyer approaching a well-respected and connected Black politician in order to solicit his assistance in helping Barack Obama get into Harvard Law. Eight years later, Barack Obama, friend to Bill Ayers and Valerie Jarrett, is a rising star in national politics, so it wouldn’t be considered a leap of faith to believe that along the way, Obama had received help from some powerful people.

Do these circumstantial bits of seemingly related bits of information shed light on some of the most baffling and troubling behavior exhibited by this President?

Does it make his simpatico attitude toward OPEC member Hugo Chavez a bit more understandable?

Does it help explain his inexcusable treatment of Israel?

Does it make his inexplicable silence on the Iranian riots a bit clearer?

Does this all matter?

According to Vernon Jarrett it does:

“The question of financial aid from the Arabs could raise a few extremely interesting questions both inside and outside the black community. If such contributions are large and sustained, the money angle may become secondary to the sociology and politics of such an occurrence.”

Then again, the contributions may have been focused, and small enough to have remained under the radar, as billions of dollars from Saudi coffers being poured into minority scholarships and grants would have undoubtedly been mentioned in more than one lonely column written by one well-respected and equally well-connected Chicago columnist.

As Frank Miele, author of the article I received in the email which piqued my curiosity observes, Jarrett’s last statement has great significance today:

As Jarrett suggests, any black institutions and presumably individuals who became beholden to Arab money might be expected to continue the trend of American “new black advocacy for a homeland for the Palestinians” and presumably for other Islamic and Arabic interests in the Middle East. For that reason, if for no other, the question of how President Obama’s college education was funded is of considerably more than academic interest.

So, Roy Neary walks off into the light, and I have no more Neary in me, as I think that I’ve finally figured out that what appeared to have been large heads on those aliens, were probably turbans.

Sure, you may think me as batty as that theoretical crazy old aunt locked up in the attic.

Crazy enough to form mashed potatoes into mounds and yell “this means something” just as Roy Neary did at the beginning of Close Encounters, then again, and as I said way back in 2009, when I first became Roy Neary-crazy, the problem was that Roy Neary was right.

All that stuff meant something.