Smoke signals say Elizabeth Warren’s presidential dreams are over

When the fake Indian loses both The New York Times and the Boston Globe on the same day, you know she’s lost America.

Well, her America anyway – the virtue-signaling PC America of trust funds, grievance peddlers, fake hate crimes, candlelight vigils, Harvard Square cheese shops and smug yard signs proclaiming “Hate Has No Home Here.”

What an ignominious end for Harvard Law School’s “first woman of color,” and just because it turned out that Elizabeth Warren’s color was white – alabaster in fact. She’s whiter than Casper the Friendly Ghost dipped in a vat of Elmer’s Glue.

It was just a few weeks ago that the fake Indian sanctimoniously released the results of her alleged DNA test. She thought it was going to be the greatest triumph of Indian arms since the Battle of the Little Bighorn. Within hours, though, her political career had taken a worse pounding than the Creeks at Horseshoe Bend, or the Sioux at Wounded Knee.

The Times story, which set off this latest round of moonbat handwringing, included this paragraph:

“The president revels in repeatedly slurring Ms. Warren as ‘Pocahontas’ and conservative commentators like Howie Carr of the Boston Herald have enjoyed holding the DNA issue over the senator’s head.”

Sometimes the Times prints fake news. That was not fake news. I have indeed enjoyed – relished, actually — holding “the DNA issue” over the fake Indian’s war bonnet.

My only quibble is, it’s not so much “the DNA issue” as it is the racial fraud issue. And that’s why the fake Indian can’t get beyond it.

It’s a foundation of criminal law that if you break the law or violate someone’s civil rights while gathering evidence against them, that evidence is inadmissible in a court of law, because it’s the “fruit of the poisoned tree.”

The fake Indian’s insurmountable hurdle is that her entire career is the fruit of the poisoned tree. Until she started “checking the box,” she was approaching middle age as a mere instructor at UT-Austin. But once she recalled her paw-paw telling her about her “high cheekbones like the Indians,” her career took off like one of Geronimo’s war ponies. Her star rose faster than a flaming arrow fired by Tecumseh.

Unlike the fake Indian herself, let’s be honest here. If she doesn’t suddenly declare herself a Native American, she never gets either of those tenured Ivy League professorships. No book contracts, no presidential appointments, no Senate seat, no nothing.

She got her bachelor’s degree from the University of Houston, and her law degree from Rutgers. No knock on either of those schools, but that’s not where the la-de-da’s on Mass Ave go to find their next generation of pointy-headed professors who can’t park a bicycle straight (to quote another proud Democrat named George Wallace).

In the Times story, the next paragraph after mentioning attacks on Fauxchontas by the president and me is a quote from one of Warren’s erstwhile supporters:

“The biggest risk in engaging a bully is that bullies don’t usually stop.”

Is this person saying that anyone who points out that fake Indian speaks with forked tongue is a bully?

Odd standard to have, isn’t it? Imagine if, say, Donald Trump had once claimed to be an Indian, in other to get multiple coveted jobs to which he wasn’t entitled. Do you think the people who broke that story about his serial lying would be called bullies?

No, they would be called Pulitzer Prize winners. Recipients of the Profiles in Courage Award. Speakers of truth to power.

It’s being reported that the fake Indian is now pondering whether to offer a full, complete, abject apology. But it’s too late for that – many moons too late. Americans will forgive a lot — Bernie Sanders and Corey “Spartacus” Booker have written some very stupid newspaper columns, for example, and Kamala Harris just had to fire one of her top aides after he was outed as a major perv – because we all know that everybody makes mistakes.

But when your “mistake” is stealing somebody else’s heritage to cover up for your own shortcomings as a human being, that’s something else altogether.

Since buffalo roamed the plains, the fake Indian has been claiming that her, uh, heritage, had nothing to do with her post-box checking rise in academia. So let her prove it, once and for all.

In addition to her apology, Lieawatha needs to release her employment applications to both Harvard and Penn. No more equivocating nonsense from faculty lounge lizards about her brilliance as an instructor – that’s about as believable as her tall tales about growing up on the jagged, or is ragged, edge of the middle class.

She’s tumbling in the polls, even the Kool Aid drinkers of CNN are abandoning ship, but I hope the fake Indian hangs in there. I would… enjoy her candidacy. And the president, I daresay, would “revel” in it.

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