There is an interesting story on The Blaze written by Wayne Allyn Root. He graduated from Columbia in the same class as Obama ('83) and had the same major, Political Science and Pre-Law. And he says that he never, nor did any one else in his graduating class, met or saw Barack Obama during his time at Columbia. Here's an excerpt:
So I asked every classmate I met at our 30th reunion, many of them Political Science majors, if they ever met, or saw, or heard of Obama. The answer was a resounding NO from every one of them. I asked if they found this strange, or worried how this was possible? They all answered YES. I asked if they thought it was possible to be a Political Science major and never meet a fellow major in our small classes? They all gave me a very strange look and answered NO. So I asked, “How could this be possible? Can you explain this?” No one had an answer.
Small graduating classes always know each other. Some how, some way. Take for instance this story about my mother-in-law and my parents. I moved 1500 miles and met my future wife. When talking to her mother I learned that she went to the same small college as my parents and knew them, not well or in any personal way, but knew them none the less. The chances of this coincidental meeting is amazingly small, yet there it is. In college, you are not anonymous. Even in the early 80's. Someone in your class would be able to stand up and say, "Yea, we were study partners once."
But not with Barack Obama.
I like Mr. Root's closing statement:
Now I know somewhere in America is an Obama defender that will accuse me of lying. But are all those classmates at our 30th reunion lying too? And if I wanted to lie, wouldn’t I better off saying I knew the future President well? If I wanted to malign the President, shouldn’t I be saying he was my close buddy and I witnessed all kinds of terrible things? But I can’t say that. Because I never witnessed anything. Neither did any of my classmates. We didn’t know him. Never met him. Never saw him. My story is simply the truth- and it’s the same consistent story I’ve told since 2007.
There is something wrong with Obama’s story- that much I know. He is either the ghost of Columbia, or the perfect Manchurian candidate. But something smells rotten at Columbia.