The pre-fabricated and nuanced mis-Adventures in Paradise of a misunderstood Commie pothead radical.

“Whut? Me a Commie?” Frank Marshall Davis does his famous impression of Charlie Parker sans saxophone. This is surprisingly similar to his even more well known impression of a non-Communist, Communist Party Member. “I’d never belong to a party that would let me be a member!” said Frank at the time. As Frank later explained to those who lack the required sophistication and nuance: “The main reason I joined the Communist Party, was to NOT be a Communist, just like everyone else at the meetings”.

“The Innocence Of Frank Not A Commie, Not A Weirdo, Not A Dope Head and Not A Radical Marshall Davis is clear, Comrades! And therefore, Barack Obama is as innocent as a babe. It says so in the blurb he wrote for Bill Ayers book! Where is my Glorious People’s shoe?!“ Comrade Khrushchev. [No Relation.]

Dear sports, here we go again. Mark Davis has posted another mountain of non-fascination regards the tedious sequence of events surrounding his Pop, Frank Marshall Davis. And as I never, ever delete comments due to the free speech for all thang, here tis. And it may have to be a bit of a series as this is the smaller one. Gee, I hope I’m small enough!

For Mark it seems, any alleged AIM errors in sequence or attribution apparently mean that while Frank was well, kind of a Communist Party member, he was not a Communist per se! Mmmm. All the way with Left per se.

Ok, fair enough. The facts must be correct, but it doesn’t wash for me and the attribution and alleged right wing conspiracy motive is utter balls. It can appear to even the most charitable of mind, that the intent and purpose for Mark Davis, is not to arrive at a clear picture of dear old Dad at all, but to discredit and dismiss ANY and ALL criticism of Frankie, the non-party washing machine, Commo Party man.

Gee, and luckily Mark Davis has never slandered, mis-represented or accussed AIM and Kinkaid of a damn thing and in any way. Phew! I was sooooo worried there for a minute. Oh, he has? Damn man!

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