According to Charles C. Johnson at Breitbart, it's probable that Barack Obama has never eaten a dog in his life.
[I]n Jakarta, where the Obamas lived with their Indonesian stepfather, Lolo Soetoro, dog meat is illegal. In the majority Muslim Indonesia, eating dog is forbidden among most ethnic groups in the islands, though a small, black market is said to exist for those looking for it. The only exception are the Batak people, principally of Northern Sumatra who eat it on holidays–but Obama's stepfather, who was raised in West Java, isn’t a part of that ethnic group. Besides, the Obamas lived hundreds of miles and several islands away.
A diplomatic source close to the Indonesian delegation in the U.S. confirms that while dog is sometimes eaten in Indonesia, it is done so very rarely. “Obama had to go hunting for dog meat,” the source, who didn’t want to be identified, told me.
“I don’t know of anyone who eats it and frankly, I’m a little offended you would ask.”
Breitbart.com scoured Indonesian cook books. Not one mentions ways to prepare dog.
It seems that dog meat is harder to find in the streets of Jakarta than on the streets of Michael Bloomberg's New York (hint: you can get it a little north of Greenwich). Which raises the inference that this passage from Obama's bestselling Dreams From My Father:
With Lolo, I learned how to eat small green chill peppers raw with dinner (plenty of rice), and, away from the dinner table, I was introduced to dog meat (tough), snake meat (tougher), and roasted grasshopper (crunchy). Like many Indonesians, Lolo followed a brand of Islam that could make room for the remnants of more ancient animist and Hindu faiths. He explained that a man took on the powers of whatever he ate: One day soon, he promised, he would bring home a piece of tiger meat for us to share.
is a complete fabrication. James Taranto of the Wall Street Journal posits that young Obama was simply a very gullible boy. Imagine this conversation around the Lolo family table:
Barack: Ooh! The chicken is a little overcooked, dad.
Lolo: That's not chicken you're eating, son.
Barack: It's not? What is it?
Lolo: That's 100% Grade A Prime Indonesian dog you're eating.
Lolo: Next week we're going to have grilled tiger. <winks at Mrs. Obama>
I, on the other hand, refuse to accept that the man who killed Bin Laden was anyone's fool, even at the age of ten. But it wouldn't surprise me at all to learn that Obama, back in his salad days as the hippest and most exotic young man at Columbia, Harvard, and Chicago, embellished a bit.
You know, to freak the mundanes. To impress those who are most easily impressed by "otherness."
Again, imagine the conversation around the dinner table:
Bill Ayers: I have a feeling you're going to love this chicken, Barack. It's free range, raised on a little farm just outside the city that no one has discovered, and fed exclusively on flaxseed.
Bernadine Dohrn: Oh, it's too bad Barack couldn't make it to the get together at the new sushi place last week. They served an organically raised sea urchin harvested only at the bottom of the Marianas trench.
Barack Obama: Um, did I ever tell you about the time I ate a dog?
Ayers and Dohrn: WHOA!!!
It probably seemed like a good idea, back in 1994, to throw a few tidbits about eating dogs and snakes and orangutans and whales and unicorns and whatnot into Dreams From My Father. No doubt Barry had been telling such tall tales for years…
and after all, who was ever going to read it?