Obama and the Death of Robin Hood

If Robin Hood were alive today, would Obama kill him? Based on history, he already did. Or, at least, a pal of Obama's ancestor did, in the most onerous way, by cutting his head off. In such a situation, it is hard to know who the terrorist is, or what constitutes an act of terror. I should know because my family shares the same family tree. You know what they say about fruit not falling far from the vine.

The particular perpetrator was a pal of Obama's ancestor, who also palled around with the man he killed, put the head on display, and sold tickets for a dollar. It gets more despicable, but that is enough for now.

The ancestor is my wife's Great Grandfather, Robert H Perry, whose father provided the blood line to the Obama side of the family. Am I proud of this? All I can say is that this mutual patriarch of mine and Obama's did not pull the trigger, nor hold the knife; he was just pals with the person who did.

If one's ancestor pals around with terrorists, it is not surprising when such behavior rears its ugly head again in the descendant. Obama is no exception; everyone knows the Palin connection, when she accused him of palling around with a member of the radical Weathermen. But few know the Grandfather Perry connection.  Suffice it to say that the father of Robert H Perry (1825-1914) channeled half of his genes down the Obama side of the family tree, and the rest down my wife's side.

Let me rephrase that. My wife is Obama' s third cousin, thrice removed. I am Obama's cousin-in-law of the same degree. That gives me a smattering of ancestral authority. 

The point is, Obama carries some of the same genetic makeup as Robert H Perry--his not-so-distant ancestral uncle and pistol-packing frontiersman (Perry Link). And through Perry's adventures and associations, Obama is once again implicated, through the connective rungs of his DNA ladder, with palling around, if not saddling up, with terrorists.

Exactly what happened? On July 23, 1853, a friend of Perry's, the notorious California Ranger Bill Burns, cut off the head of Joaquin Murrieta (a Mexican national hero), put it in a jar of alcohol, and paraded it across the West. He also cut off the mutilated hand of Three-Finger Jack, Joaquin's lieutenant, to include in the exhibit. They made a few bucks but the display fizzled out. Later, the head was destroyed in the San Francisco earthquake and fire of 1906. Perhaps the name "Burns" put an incendiary curse on the city. 

Joaquin was celebrated as the Robin Hood of El Dorado, and inspired the movie Zorro.

Robin Hood? Zorro? Batman, too?  Egad! Is Obama, by distant deeds, linked to a massacre?

For the record, Perry's pal, Bill Burns, left little in the way of historical footprints. Other than some newspaper articles regarding the Murrieta mutilation, including one by Burn's own daughter, information is scarce. However, there is pretty good information on Captain Harry Love, who reportedly led the expedition against Joaquin.

A CALIFORNIA RANGER'S TALE, the Los Angeles Herald, Volume 40, Number 68, 18 June 1893:

the governor of the state, John Bigler, offered a reward of $3000 for the capture of Joaquin Murrieta, and commissioned Harry Love, a former Texas Ranger and veteran of the Mexican War, to organize a corps of 20 mounted men to be known as the California Rangers.

Bill Burns, of course, was a member. You could say Bill Burns was a pal of Harry Love. Together, they struck Joaquin's trail and followed it to Arroyo Creek, west of Fresno. 

Ranger Love got the credit for hunting down and killing Murrieta; Bill Burns for cutting off the head with a Bowie knife. Allegedly, Burns had known Murrieta as a former gambler when they played three-card Monte together (a swindler's game where cons work in teams), and was able to identify him when they rode up on the gang. But mostly; the credit goes to Love, six-foot-plus, swashbuckling Harry Love. And a hairy man he was. 

Wiki:

Born in Vermont, Love first visited Alta California as a seaman in 1839. He served in the Mexican War of 1846 and later as an army express rider and explorer of the Rio Grande. With the California Gold Rush in 1850 he came to California to seek his fortune but was unsuccessful. Instead, he worked as a bounty hunter. Love arrived in San Francisco in December of 1850 and took residence in Mariposa County.

MAN FROM THE RIO GRANDE; review by Mark Dworkin, Dec 19, 2005:

Love has been called a "drunken brute," a lying braggart, and a fraud, but Secrest portrays a complex and multi-dimensional pioneer figure.

Two months after Love was commissioned as Captain of the California Rangers, Joaquin's head was in a jar.  

Wiki:

The Rangers severed his head and Three-Fingered Jack's hand as proof of the outlaws' death.  The jar was displayed in Mariposa County, Stockton, and San Francisco, and later traveled throughout California. Spectators could pay $1 to see it. Seventeen people, including a Catholic priest, signed affidavits identifying the head as Murrieta's, enabling Love and his Rangers accordingly to receive the reward money.

The Nevada Observer, May 15, 2011:

A "dodger" issued on August 18, 1853, had these "scare lines," in big black type: "Joaquin's head is on exhibition at King's, corner of Halleck and Sansome streets; also, the hand of Three-Fingered Jack! Admission, one dollar."

The press agent evidently did not work the newspapers to any extent, for the attraction failed to draw, and after a short season of one week, the show closed. The managers took the gruesome exhibit to the smaller towns, but there it also met with a frost, and finally the exhibit was seized by creditors and sold by the sheriff to satisfy a claim of fifty dollars. It was bought by the San Francisco museum proprietor, and exhibited for many years.

For a short time, the hair on Joaquin's head continued to grow, and the nails on Jack's remaining fingers continued to lengthen. The Mexican element looked upon this as supernatural, believing that Joaquin and Jack were yet alive.

Wiki:

Having accomplished its mission, the California Rangers was disbanded and Love purchased a large tract of land near Boulder Creek, California in 1854 and married Mary Bennet who was 16 years his senior with 8 children. It was a rocky marriage and in 1866 she sued for divorce but lost, and moved away. However, by the following year (1867), fires, floods, and squatters had destroyed Love's property, leaving him homeless and in debt.

MAN FROM THE RIO GRANDE; review by Mark Dworkin, Dec 19, 2005:

Love was an imposing figure who could organize a hunt with purpose and tenacity. Yet he was capable of appallingly bad choices in many aspects of his personal life, particularly in his glory-less final years. He made poor business decisions in later life while attempting to prosper at his sawmill and farm, and he especially erred in his choice to settle down with the "wife from hell." This last poor choice cost him his life, when he provoked his own killing by the mysterious Christian "Fred" Ivorson.

LEGENDARY LAWMAN HARRY LOVE, by Charles Bennett, Dec 29, 2011:

After several separations, Harry's wife let him on her property (she was very well off) but never let him into the main house. On June 28, 1868, Harry Love was sitting on the porch (where he was not allowed) and got into an argument with Christian Ivorson (who may have been Mary Bennett's bodyguard). Jealous, Love attacked the man, with Mary aiding her supposed Lover. The ensuing brawl involved knives, pistols, shotguns and quite a bit of wrestling. It ended with Harry's pistol firing and wounding him below the armpit. Doctors amputated the arm, but he died the very next day.

 

So ended the life of Love, Obama's ancestor's pal's pal. Thus, you see evidence, if not recurring patterns, of Obama's propensity, through his ancestors, for "palling around". Perhaps it percolates deeply in his DNA. The proof is in the pudding. First there was Joaquin, next Somali Pirates, then Bin Laden. How many pirates does it take? Will Bin Laden's head turn up in a Mason jar?

As unsavory as Obama's connection to the names Bill Burns and Harry Love sounds, it could be a segue into an even more unholy tryst. Obama is smooth. Will he use his barely-blinking eyes and stone-face countenance, like the gunslinger he is, to swindle us in a game of Three-Card Monte?

What is the truth? Was Burns just a man with a knife, who butchered a bandit, or is there more to the story? According to Burn's daughter, Nellie, there is. She says it was Burns who shot Joaquin, and not Love. Could it be true?--that Burns was the dispatcher and decapitator of Robin Hood? This would make it more onerous, the Obama-Pal connection more direct.

She also said her father, Burns, was a modest man, who studied for the priesthood, and was not proud of the killing.

Who can know?--Obama's relative, Robert H Perry, that's who. He was a pal of Bill Burns. They were pretty good friends and worked together as guards at San Quentin State Prison. Perry's memoirs, recorded by his son, George, and previously unpublished, present a different side of Bill Burns, one that his daughter never knew, nor the general public. Burns was no choirboy. I will release Perry's document soon.