I don't know what to make of this, either

The great purveyor of hope seems to be a bit short on delivering hope to his own kin. First, there was his half-brother living in real poverty, not fucking New Labour "children in poverty" shit, but utter, abject $300 a year poverty. You could pretend that because it was half a world away, it didn't reflect too badly on him, but now there's this:

Zeituni Onyango, the aunt so affectionately described in Mr Obama’s best-selling memoir Dreams from My Father, lives in a disabled-access flat on a rundown public housing estate in South Boston.

A second relative believed to be the long-lost “Uncle Omar” described in the book was beaten by armed robbers with a “sawed-off rifle” while working in a corner shop in the Dorchester area of the city. He was later evicted from his one-bedroom flat for failing to pay $2,324.20 (£1,488) arrears, according to the Boston Housing Court.

I can't help but feel that a man who wants to uplift the downtrodden with your money should be setting a better example with his own fucking kith and kin, using his own fucking money.

I'm telling you, folks, this is another Tony Blair we've got here. A thieving bastard hypocrite of the very highest order.