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Good day all. Recently, Senator Elizabeth Warren announced that she had proof, PROOF!! That she was part American Indian, and that President Trump had to “Pay up.” Almost immediately the claim that Lieawatha Warren had proof exploded in her face.<\/p>\n

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It turned out that the private testing lab she used didn’t have any actual Native American samples on file, and used samples from South America. (Big Chief Sitting Bullshit claims to be part Cherokee) To top it off, the percentage of “Native American DNA” she allegedly has is 1\/1024 part “Indian.”<\/p>\n

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In other words, Princess Little Big Liar has less American Indian DNA in her then my chair. To “Honor” Senator Fauxahontas, retired army Lieutenant Colonel and current well respected author, Tom Kratman wrote this piece and posted it to Baen’s Bar and Facebook. Mr. Kratman has asked that this be distributed far and wide.<\/p>\n

The Song of Lieawatha
\nBy Tom Kratman<\/h2>\n

Part the First<\/strong><\/p>\n

By the banks of the Charles River,
\nRight across the shining gilt dome,
\nOn the application job-worth,
\nNear the old prestigious brick yard,
\nLieawatha, also known as
\nSpreading Bull and Fauxcahontas,
\nFilled her out the little boxes
\nChecked she off the lie, “Cherokee.”
\nNever thinking she’d be found out
\nThinking much of salary bloated
\nContemplating huge fees speaking
\nPrestige endless, public office.
\nThought she, “What’s one little white lie;
\nLesser still one little red one?”
\nIn she turned the application.
\nMade she Harvard swoon in virtue
\n“Have we now our red professor!
\nBetter still, red not in one way,
\nBut in two, with massive virtue,
\nFrom her ancestors oppressed.”
\nDrew she then the massive salary
\nAs her students became debt-slaves.
\nRan she then for public office,
\nWith her resume of virtue,
\nAnd she won but still some noticed
\nThat her story didn’t add up.
\nYet lived she in Massachusetts
\nWhere the palatable lie is
\nInfinitely preferable
\nTo the truth, hard and unvarnished,
\nJust provided that the students
\nAnd the professoriate loony
\nCan still feel their wondrous virtue,
\nSignaling it to the whole world.<\/p>\n

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Part the Second<\/strong><\/p>\n

Never ended then the questions
\nAnd the snickers from the knowing.
\nWhile the President, he pointed,
\nLaughing loudly, too, and sneering
\nAt the worse-than-dumb presumption
\nThat this white bitch was an Indian.
\nThen had she an idea brilliant;
\n“I shall take a DNA test,
\nWhich will prove beyond a shadow
\nThat my family’s half-remembered
\nPoorly researched anecdotals
\nWere still true and I am truly
\nOf the blood of Great Sequoyah.”
\nThen took she the DNA test
\nAnd released the answers given
\nTo the fawning lefty papers
\nGlobe and New York Times and WaPo
\nWhereupon those selfsame papers
\nWrapped themselves in shrouds of virtue
\nSaying loudly, each and every,
\nThat this proved beyond a single
\nLittle nagging doubt forever
\nThat our professorial injun
\nAnd our senatorial redskin
\nWas exactly what she had said,
\nAnd, in truth, a real live Indian.
\nThen the libertarian dummies,
\nHating Trump beyond all reason
\nLoudly echoed just that feeling
\nBecause even like the papers
\nThe illiterate motherfuckers
\nNever realized that there is no
\nPossible test that could prove that
\nAnyone in any position
\nWas indeed a fucking injun.<\/p>\n

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Part the Third<\/strong><\/p>\n

“Opps,” she said, when it was pointed
\nOut, in every nook and crannie,
\nThat the test so widely vaunted,
\nNot just failed to prove her truthful,
\nBut made her and all the others
\nLook most stupid and dishonest,
\nAnd the best that she could hope for
\nWas that she might be an Inca.
\n“Oops,” said she, again, as soon as
\nShe came to the understanding
\nThat her highest aspirations
\nHad just disappeared in thin smoke,
\nAnd she’d given ammunition
\nIn the form of sundry jokings
\nTo whoever might oppose her
\nFrom the now to the forever.
\nWorse and worse it now did turn out
\nOr, more truly, was more noticed,
\nThat her family’s sole connection
\nTo the people called “Cherokee”
\nWas her multi-great grandfather who,
\nIn manner most SS-like
\nHerded men, women, and children
\nOf the people called, “Cherokee,”
\nTo the concentration camp whence
\nThey were marched to Oklahoma
\nOn the rout of which they perished
\nMen and women, little children,
\nIn huge numbers all uncounted,
\nBuried by the trail unmarked
\nWith their spirits long now fuming
\nThat this white bitch with no linkage
\nExcept that of crime and murder
\nShould still profit from their suff’ring.
\nThen the spirits laughed,
\n“Hahaha.”<\/p>\n

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Thank you Tom Kratman.<\/p>\n

Please share this far and wide.<\/p>\n

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