Bill Ayers was someone I knew back during a silly season I spent with SDS for a couple of months in early '69. I even met his beautiful girl-friend Diana Oughton shortly before her life ended when a bomb went off in the West Village just down the street from a rent-control apartment of an aunt of mine.
Anyone who knows him knows Ayers is a colossal [expletives in my blogpiece in Dave's World] so self-centered and morally autistic that this spoiled-brat son of the head of Chicago's ConEd resembles Joran Van Der Sloot in complete solipsistic drive-by self-regard. To give you an idea of the mindset of Ayers and his [expletives deleted] Dohrn [whom I never met though the creature, herself the scioness of a wealthy furniture dynasty, hails originally from Milwaukee like myself]:
"Kill all the rich people. Break up their cars and apartments. Bring the revolution home, kill your parents, that's where it's really at." He also omits any discussion of his wife Bernardine Dohrn's famous reaction to the Manson killings, as conveyed by journalist Peter Collier: "Dig it. First they killed those pigs, then they ate dinner in the same room with them, then they even shoved a fork into a victim's stomach! Wild!"
Obama might want to share his impressions of these two rich spoiled maggots who of course have jobs in the Academicide elite of Chicago---such as it is.
Or at least Obama might share the insight that he has moved way beyond the sort of domestic terrorism these sanctimonious criminals exemplify. You can still find their ilk protected in the Groves of Academicide, preaching hatred of America.
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Diplomacy is the art of saying 'Nice doggie' until you can find a rock.