Yes, it does "appear" to be a computer-altered image. I'm sorry to have to say that it's true. You see, I am a very old man, and I witnessed the actual taking of the displayed photograph which shows Herr Obama and Der Fuhrer und Reichskanzler sharing a moment of fraulein adoration. This incident took place on June 2, 1944 at der Berghof near Berchtesgaten, Germany on the eve of Fraulein Braun's sister's wedding day. (Note: This date was only four days prior to tne Allied invasion at Normandy.)
It was a huge affair, attended by the Deutshland elite and some very special, shall we say, "dignataries". To explain how a person famous in 2009 appears in 1944, the past, mind you, will require an open mind and an ability to apply a liberal dose of "the suspension of disbelief".
The device was invented in 1942 by a small and clandestine team of American and Canadian scientist, lead by a German refugee named Albert Einstien. This team was a direct offshoot of the concurrently functioning Manhattan Project. This second project was aptly named Project Pseudotensor. or the PT Project, or just PT. Ultimately, by early 1944, this team had created a device that could send matter across the spacetime continuum. One unique characteristic of this device was that it could only send matter bacwards in time to the point where the device itself was first activated and after a limited duration hence, forward to where the instigated event commenced. This is due to the properties of the elements used to power the device and the interactions of their isotopes. Suffice it to say, that this "gap" in the fabric of timespace did not exist beyond the reality of the newly born pseudotensors.
The existence of this device was known only to the team and to one man in the Department of Defense's Defense Sciences Office, Col. Claude Adams, a professor of Military Science and Tactics based at the Augusta Military Academy. As soon as preliminary tests validated the abilities of the device, which the team called Peter(Pseudotensor Escalation Resonater), they presented their research to a group of military and government leaders for review and recommendations. Most of the leadership committee, including FDR, V.P. Harry Truman, Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower, and strangely, author Ernest Hemingway, were staggered by the immensity of this invention, with it's capacity to permit history altering interference. The uncalculable risks to the present were far too great for the commitee to permit even the existence of such a device, granting the possibility of the technology falling into enemy hands. So, they decreed that all evidence of it's development and design be erased. The team destroyed all the documentation and gave an oath under certain penalty of death to take their knowledge unshared to the grave. Being the times it was, an oath among vetted personnel was as good as a shot of cyanide, and that was supposedly the end of the tale. But, one member of the team, obsessed with the paranoia that this power could one day save the nation, secretly retained a copy the records and amazingly, a working prototype of Peter itself.
Upon the death, due to natural causes, of this scientist, her executor discovered these purloined items in a bank safety deposit box. The executor's name is Sen. Joseph Biden, the elicit lover of the deceased scientest. Biden intuits the significence of the discovery and takes it to a very important person to his current quest for political gravitas.
Sen. Barack Obama, leading candidate for President of the United States of America, is stunned by the obvious possiblities. He carefully studies the documents, revealing that the device is still operable, due to it's radioactive, lead-encased, power source. He also learns how to schedule an "event", taking one up to 65 years into the past.
Understanding the risks, but outweighing that with the potential historical opportunity, Obama decided to test the process by sending himself back in time to 1944. He felt this was the safest course as it did not require the rather crudely designed electronics(by our modern standards) to create a portal in a more variable timespace coordinate.
So, on April 16, 2008, after a very critical and contentious televised debate with his opponent, Sen. Hilary Clinton, Obama returned to his hotel room in Philidelphia, eagerly yet apprehensivly anticipating his experiment. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he performed the process of activating and configuring the Peter device. After a few seconds, the air in the room seemed to thicken and Obama is frightened by the effort it takes to breath. Then, everything goes dark, quiet, and absolutely devoid of sensory input for a brief moment. Obama had blinked his eyes during this interlude, trying to make sense of the experience, and somewhat concerned that he stupidly scattered his atoms across half of Philly. When his eyes opened, he plopped down onto a cobblestone paved road, having been in a sitting posture when the event occurred. Looking around dazedly, Obama is astounded to see towering alpine peaks surrouding him. The scenery was magnificent, but it only took him a flash to realize something had gone terribly wrong with the transference. Just then, a voice cried out behind him in an unintelligable, but familiar language, "Stoppen, oder Sie werden erschossen!" Turning around, but not yet standing, Obama gapes at the sight of a German SS soldier pointing a very ugly looking firearm at his face. Speaking harshly and gesturing toward the left, up the road, with the barrel of the gun, the soldier orders Obama to march up the road to what was a decent-sized village of very quaint, German-looking buildings.
Obama is interogated by a officer dressed in the standard black uniform of the SS. Neither the officer or Obama could understand each other very well, and Obama was desparately concerned that his execution could occur at any time. However, the officer was not stupid. He knew that something very peculiar was involved with the sudden appearance from thin air, as described by the capturing soldier, of a black American man. He telephoned someone else to assist in unraveling this mystery.
Professor Alfred Baeumler was not a physicist, but a Nazi philosopher that happened to speak fluent English and was invited to attend Frau Braun's wedding at Hitler's Alpine retreat. After speaking with Obama for over two hours. Baeumler ordered a contingent of SS guards to transport him and Obama directly to Der Furher's presence.
When Obama was escorted into der Berghof, a wedding rehersal party was well underway and everyone had been consuming quantities of the best schnaaps Germany had to offer. Positioned directly in front of Herr Hitler, who had already been briefed on the matter, Obama tetered on the brink of insanity. But, to his surprise, Hilter grasped both of Obama's hands in his and shook them vigorously while cheerily saying something that was obviously a hearty velkommen. Through the translation performed by Prof. Baeumler, Obama learned Der Fuhrer was delighted to have in his possession a man that might have the knowledge which could turn the tide of the war in the Fatherland's favor.
Hitler was at his most cordial with Obama, offering him food and drink, and introducing him to all the guests as if he was a most honored dignitary. It was during this period of time that a Nazi Party photographer caught the image that instigated my revelation of these seemingly impossible events.
Only minutes after the photograph was taken, something strange began to occur. The air surrounding Obama began to thicken and become a viscous syrup-like substance. Those around Obama, including Der Fuhrer, Prof. Bauemler, and myself, the six year old son of Prof. Bauemler, found breathing very difficult and we began to panic. It was at that instance that Obama simply "blinked" out. The party was in an uproar. Guards rushed about searching for Obama, without success. My father, Prof. Bauemler was temporarily arrested as fear of a conspiracy surfaced. After a few days, my father was released and we traveled back to Berlin. My father made me swear by Der Fuhrer and Fatherland that I would never, ever breathe a word of what happened.
Now, the war is over a long time ago, and I am old and dying. I have honored my vow to my father until this time.
Many private appeals I have made to now President Obama that he destroy Peter and save humanity. Alas, his advisors have convinced him that this power could someday avert doom, and he refuses to speak with me anymore. In fact, it is my knowledge that seals my fate. I break this sacred promise of silence as the only way to alert humanity of the grave danger the world is in as a result of this power being in the hands of just one man, or any man, for that matter.
I have had my say and make my peace with myself and God. It now lays heavily upon the leaders of the world to make what they will of this incredible tale. My hope is that every possible action to remove this power from the grasp of mankind will be taken, whatever the consequences. The fate of civilization and indeed, all life on Earth is at stake.
Farewell and Godspeed,
Dr. Ernst K. Bauemler
aka Dooby-US
It was a huge affair, attended by the Deutshland elite and some very special, shall we say, "dignataries". To explain how a person famous in 2009 appears in 1944, the past, mind you, will require an open mind and an ability to apply a liberal dose of "the suspension of disbelief".
The device was invented in 1942 by a small and clandestine team of American and Canadian scientist, lead by a German refugee named Albert Einstien. This team was a direct offshoot of the concurrently functioning Manhattan Project. This second project was aptly named Project Pseudotensor. or the PT Project, or just PT. Ultimately, by early 1944, this team had created a device that could send matter across the spacetime continuum. One unique characteristic of this device was that it could only send matter bacwards in time to the point where the device itself was first activated and after a limited duration hence, forward to where the instigated event commenced. This is due to the properties of the elements used to power the device and the interactions of their isotopes. Suffice it to say, that this "gap" in the fabric of timespace did not exist beyond the reality of the newly born pseudotensors.
The existence of this device was known only to the team and to one man in the Department of Defense's Defense Sciences Office, Col. Claude Adams, a professor of Military Science and Tactics based at the Augusta Military Academy. As soon as preliminary tests validated the abilities of the device, which the team called Peter(Pseudotensor Escalation Resonater), they presented their research to a group of military and government leaders for review and recommendations. Most of the leadership committee, including FDR, V.P. Harry Truman, Gen. Dwight D. Eisenhower, and strangely, author Ernest Hemingway, were staggered by the immensity of this invention, with it's capacity to permit history altering interference. The uncalculable risks to the present were far too great for the commitee to permit even the existence of such a device, granting the possibility of the technology falling into enemy hands. So, they decreed that all evidence of it's development and design be erased. The team destroyed all the documentation and gave an oath under certain penalty of death to take their knowledge unshared to the grave. Being the times it was, an oath among vetted personnel was as good as a shot of cyanide, and that was supposedly the end of the tale. But, one member of the team, obsessed with the paranoia that this power could one day save the nation, secretly retained a copy the records and amazingly, a working prototype of Peter itself.
Upon the death, due to natural causes, of this scientist, her executor discovered these purloined items in a bank safety deposit box. The executor's name is Sen. Joseph Biden, the elicit lover of the deceased scientest. Biden intuits the significence of the discovery and takes it to a very important person to his current quest for political gravitas.
Sen. Barack Obama, leading candidate for President of the United States of America, is stunned by the obvious possiblities. He carefully studies the documents, revealing that the device is still operable, due to it's radioactive, lead-encased, power source. He also learns how to schedule an "event", taking one up to 65 years into the past.
Understanding the risks, but outweighing that with the potential historical opportunity, Obama decided to test the process by sending himself back in time to 1944. He felt this was the safest course as it did not require the rather crudely designed electronics(by our modern standards) to create a portal in a more variable timespace coordinate.
So, on April 16, 2008, after a very critical and contentious televised debate with his opponent, Sen. Hilary Clinton, Obama returned to his hotel room in Philidelphia, eagerly yet apprehensivly anticipating his experiment. Sitting on the edge of his bed, he performed the process of activating and configuring the Peter device. After a few seconds, the air in the room seemed to thicken and Obama is frightened by the effort it takes to breath. Then, everything goes dark, quiet, and absolutely devoid of sensory input for a brief moment. Obama had blinked his eyes during this interlude, trying to make sense of the experience, and somewhat concerned that he stupidly scattered his atoms across half of Philly. When his eyes opened, he plopped down onto a cobblestone paved road, having been in a sitting posture when the event occurred. Looking around dazedly, Obama is astounded to see towering alpine peaks surrouding him. The scenery was magnificent, but it only took him a flash to realize something had gone terribly wrong with the transference. Just then, a voice cried out behind him in an unintelligable, but familiar language, "Stoppen, oder Sie werden erschossen!" Turning around, but not yet standing, Obama gapes at the sight of a German SS soldier pointing a very ugly looking firearm at his face. Speaking harshly and gesturing toward the left, up the road, with the barrel of the gun, the soldier orders Obama to march up the road to what was a decent-sized village of very quaint, German-looking buildings.
Obama is interogated by a officer dressed in the standard black uniform of the SS. Neither the officer or Obama could understand each other very well, and Obama was desparately concerned that his execution could occur at any time. However, the officer was not stupid. He knew that something very peculiar was involved with the sudden appearance from thin air, as described by the capturing soldier, of a black American man. He telephoned someone else to assist in unraveling this mystery.
Professor Alfred Baeumler was not a physicist, but a Nazi philosopher that happened to speak fluent English and was invited to attend Frau Braun's wedding at Hitler's Alpine retreat. After speaking with Obama for over two hours. Baeumler ordered a contingent of SS guards to transport him and Obama directly to Der Furher's presence.
When Obama was escorted into der Berghof, a wedding rehersal party was well underway and everyone had been consuming quantities of the best schnaaps Germany had to offer. Positioned directly in front of Herr Hitler, who had already been briefed on the matter, Obama tetered on the brink of insanity. But, to his surprise, Hilter grasped both of Obama's hands in his and shook them vigorously while cheerily saying something that was obviously a hearty velkommen. Through the translation performed by Prof. Baeumler, Obama learned Der Fuhrer was delighted to have in his possession a man that might have the knowledge which could turn the tide of the war in the Fatherland's favor.
Hitler was at his most cordial with Obama, offering him food and drink, and introducing him to all the guests as if he was a most honored dignitary. It was during this period of time that a Nazi Party photographer caught the image that instigated my revelation of these seemingly impossible events.
Only minutes after the photograph was taken, something strange began to occur. The air surrounding Obama began to thicken and become a viscous syrup-like substance. Those around Obama, including Der Fuhrer, Prof. Bauemler, and myself, the six year old son of Prof. Bauemler, found breathing very difficult and we began to panic. It was at that instance that Obama simply "blinked" out. The party was in an uproar. Guards rushed about searching for Obama, without success. My father, Prof. Bauemler was temporarily arrested as fear of a conspiracy surfaced. After a few days, my father was released and we traveled back to Berlin. My father made me swear by Der Fuhrer and Fatherland that I would never, ever breathe a word of what happened.
Now, the war is over a long time ago, and I am old and dying. I have honored my vow to my father until this time.
Many private appeals I have made to now President Obama that he destroy Peter and save humanity. Alas, his advisors have convinced him that this power could someday avert doom, and he refuses to speak with me anymore. In fact, it is my knowledge that seals my fate. I break this sacred promise of silence as the only way to alert humanity of the grave danger the world is in as a result of this power being in the hands of just one man, or any man, for that matter.
I have had my say and make my peace with myself and God. It now lays heavily upon the leaders of the world to make what they will of this incredible tale. My hope is that every possible action to remove this power from the grasp of mankind will be taken, whatever the consequences. The fate of civilization and indeed, all life on Earth is at stake.
Farewell and Godspeed,
Dr. Ernst K. Bauemler
aka Dooby-US
