Bloodthirsty Liberal

Okay, Bay Staters, so Betty Buckskin’s bogus buffalo hides haven’t moved you. She’s still even in the polls.

But if Fauxcahantas doesn’t anger you, maybe Escape-gate will:

If there’s any politician that infuriates me more than a carpetbaggin’, recipe-stealing fake Indian, it’s one that unloads her imported BMW 528i just before announcing her candidacy, and then doesn’t even bother to pay the automobile excise tax on her campaign’s new Ford Escape.

Yes, Comrade Warren, I’m talking about you.

A BMW — how tenured Harvard Law is it? She’d owned it since early 2000, but it had to go. After all, she’s a “fight-ah,” as her new TV ad says. So adios BMW and hello used 2008 Ford — hybrid, of course — which is registered to her teepee on Linnaean Street in Cambridge under Elizabeth for MA Inc.

For someone who wants to raise taxes on everybody, she certainly seems allergic to paying her own. Refuses to pay at the voluntary higher state income tax rate, and now totally blows off the auto excise tax for five weeks now and counting. When we first checked with the city of Cambridge on Monday, she owed $68.12 in overdue excise taxes.

I don’t know how we’ll live without the $68.12—maybe we can tack it onto the rent Auntie Zeituni doesn’t pay.

But it’s not really about the money, is it? First she tried to convince us she rode an old paint; now she has a better idea. Harvard Law’s tenured professor of color drives a Ford. Uh-huh. Sure.

Hey, we’ve bought bigger lies. For years, decades even.

The campaign called last night to report that, after receiving Herald inquiries, the excise bill has been paid.

Meanwhile, what I found most interesting in the new Suffolk poll numbers was not the Warren-Scott Brown dead heat, but the fact that 49 percent of the electorate still believes that this fraud has Native-American blood.

Forty-nine percent — now we know the moonbat baseline in Massachusetts. And to think that they call themselves “reality-based.”

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As for you, Comrade Granny, I know, you’re cheap. You’re a liberal. But after all, it’s for the children.

Maybe you don’t like Scott Brown. I won’t insist that you do. But his truck was his truck: he put every one of those 200,000+ miles on his GMC Canyon. Sure it was a symbol (like his bomber jacket), but it was a symbol of who he really is. He was a centrist Republican state senator in an overwhelmingly Democratic state who had to visit VFW centers, senior homes, Boys & Girls clubs, etc. across his district (and later the state) to hear from constituents about what they needed and didn’t need from the state.

Elizabeth Warren drove her BMW 528i, what, five blocks from Linnaean Street to the Law School (but not to any Pow Wows put on by the Native Americans in the Harvard community).

Which is fine! I have no objection! Except for her serial, evidently pathological, lies and misrepresentations, I wouldn’t have even thought to mention it.

But own who you are. Elizabeth Warren—Pinocchio-hantas, Lie-a-Whoppuh—is a fair-skinned, blue-eyed, moderately high-cheekboned (and that’s being generous), elitist Massachusetts liberal. That makes her a 99%-er in the Democratic Party. What possible use is it to pretend otherwise, except that being a fraud and a poser is also who she is? Can we draw any other conclusion?

Great piece.

It used to be a lot simpler. As E.C. Bentley deftly summarized it in 1905:

“Geography is about maps.

But Biography is about chaps.”

But that was then, and now Biography is also about maps. For example, have you ever thought it would be way cooler to have been born in colonial Kenya?

At the link he ties Warren and Obama together in a neat little package.

- Aggie

I mean “evolved”! Read: “So Evolved”

Of course we all know what the winner was:

[image via Moonbattery]

Again, Aggie and I support gay marriage (as recognized by the state—churches are on their own), but we don’t go mincing and prancing around boasting how evolved we are. No one calls us the first “gay blog” (well, maybe some unevolved critics).

But if you think Newspuke only went gay after being absorbed into The Daily Beast, you don’t remember. Senior correspondent Jonathan Alter had a book deal before the election returns were counted to deliver a hagiography on the first 100 days. I think it sold fewer than 100 copies, but they’ve been in the bag (his bag) from the beginning.

PS: There goes Obama claiming credit again for something he didn’t do (see Aggie’s post below). Even if Obama were as gay as Tom Cruise at an Elton John concert, he’d still be the second gay president. Abraham Lincoln allegedly got there (so to speak) first. (Third, if you believe the rumors about James K. Polk.)

Maybe I was wrong back in 2008 when I stated that Obama is like Jimmy Carter. Maybe Obama is more of a Richard Nixon.

Here’s what happens when the president of the United States publicly targets a private citizen for the crime of supporting his opponent.

Frank VanderSloot is the CEO of Melaleuca Inc. The 63-year-old has run that wellness-products company for 26 years out of tiny Idaho Falls, Idaho. Last August, Mr. VanderSloot gave $1 million to Restore Our Future, the Super PAC that supports Mitt Romney.

Three weeks ago, an Obama campaign website, “Keeping GOP Honest,” took the extraordinary step of publicly naming and assailing eight private citizens backing Mr. Romney. Titled “Behind the curtain: a brief history of Romney’s donors,” the post accused the eight of being “wealthy individuals with less-than-reputable records.” Mr. VanderSloot was one of the eight, smeared particularly as being “litigious, combative and a bitter foe of the gay rights movement.”

About a week after that post, a man named Michael Wolf contacted the Bonneville County Courthouse in Idaho Falls in search of court records regarding Mr. VanderSloot. Specifically, Mr. Wolf wanted all the documents dealing with Mr. VanderSloot’s divorces, as well as a case involving a dispute with a former Melaleuca employee.

Read it if you can stand it. But the bottom line is that the White House (or more precisely, the Obama campaign) has apparently hired a third party to hire an “opposition research” firm, aka a slimy detective agency, to dig up dirt on Americans who support Mitt Romney.

- Aggie

To hear Chris Matthews tell it (which aural bilge I will spare you), Obama is some sort of human embodiment of the moral suasion of Mount Rushmore.

Matthews is entitled to his opinion, of course—but not even Obama shares it:

President Barack Obama’s announcement that he now supports same-sex marriage came sooner than planned as a result of comments made by Vice President Joe Biden, he said in an interview broadcast Thursday.

“I had already made a decision that we were going to probably take this position before the election and before the convention,” Obama told ABC’s “Good Morning America,” referring to the Democratic National Convention in September.

Biden “probably got out a little bit over his skis, but out of generosity of spirit,” the president said.
He added that he would have “preferred to have done this in my own way, on my own terms,” but “all’s well that ends well.”

Biden told NBC’s “Meet the Press” over the weekend that he is “absolutely comfortable” with same-sex marriage.

So, it’s Biden who is the reincarnation of Harry Truman, not Obama, who was only “probably” going to make this announcement when it suited him (and his potential wealthy gay contributors). That makes Obama a latter day Millard Fillmore.

But I call BS on that, too. I think they sent Biden out to test the water. If the sharks ate him, no big loss. After three days and little political fallout, forward came Obama, chin jutted oh-so firmly, to wade ashore—a General MacArthur reclaiming the territories of the West Village and the Castro.

As a conservative who supports gay marriage, I congratulate the president on his, ahem, “evolution”.

But I wonder if he hasn’t alienated one constituency while pandering to another:

African-Americans voted 2-1 in favor of the North Carolina amendment banning gay marriage Tuesday, but the White House is betting that black voters there and beyond will stick with the president, despite broad resistance to legalization.

Now, that’s a profile in courage!

I can get you two on the aisle in the orchestra, half price—but that’s my final offer. Make that quarter-price. Ten percent. I can’t go any lower.

Oh, just take them!

Richmond, Va. — President Barack Obama has been in campaign mode for months, but he made it official Saturday in front of enthusiastic young supporters at two events that illustrated some old strengths and significant new hurdles for the incumbent.

If a white Republican had kicked off his candidacy in the capital of the Confederacy, wouldn’t the press have raised a stink? Just asking.

Anyway…

The big Obama show — heralded by a huge “Forward” banner atop OSU’s Schottenstein Center and a fire-’em-up presidential introduction from first lady Michelle Obama — was less targeted at the national media than his 2007 announcement in Springfield, Ill., when the Obama campaign sought to project the image of an unstoppable nationwide movement.

This time, Obama’s team is localizing its message and targeting key constituencies — students, veterans, women, Latinos, African Americans — in too-close-to-call states such as Ohio and Virginia, while firing up young voters and volunteers whose support Obama sorely needs.

If the carefully choreographed kick off was any indication, Obama will face some challenges in recapturing the 2008 magic — especially among young voters who weathered three years of souring job prospects and rising college costs.

The campaign was only able to muster 14,000 supporters at the first event in an arena designed to hold more than 18,000. Several thousand empty seats ringed its upper deck, mostly out of view from the cameras.

Unless, of course, the cameras showed the crowd. But why would they do that? That would be reportage, news. Not their line of work, don’t you know.

So, the candidate who once promised to bring us together, to unite in post-partisanship is appealing to key demographics in battleground states. I feel so included!

No wonder no one gives a hoot. He’s a slightly swarthier Walter Mondale.

Looks like no one likes you. Forward my a**.

I’ve told you that I’m trying to leave the Elizabeth Warren “Cherokee People, Cherokee Tribe” story behind, but she won’t let me. I tried to convince you that this is a blog of ideas, not gotcha politics, but you know me too well.

Really, it’s like those wildlife programs on television. I just have to avert my eyes when the pride of lions sits down at the lunch counter of an antelope’s entrails. I know about “nature red in tooth and claw”; I just don’t have the stomach for it in politics.

But I’m glad others do. Here’s the king of the pride, the Simba of New Hampshire, Mark Steyn:

Have you dated a composite woman? They’re America’s hottest new demographic. As with all the really cool stuff, Barack Obama was doing it years before the rest of us. In Dreams from My Father, the world’s all-time most unread bestseller, he spills the inside dope on his composite white girlfriend: “When we got back to the car she started crying. She couldn’t be black, she said. She would if she could, but she couldn’t. She could only be herself, and wasn’t that enough…”

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Then there’s “Elizabeth,” a 62-year-old Democratic Senate candidate from Massachusetts. Like Barack’s white girlfriend, she couldn’t be black. She would if she could, but she couldn’t. But she could be a composite — a white woman and an Indian woman, all mixed up in one! Not Indian in the sense of Ashton Kutcher putting on brownface make-up and a fake-Indian accent in his amusing new commercial for the hip lo-fat snack Popchips. But Indian in the sense of checking the “Are you Native American?” box on the Association of American Law Schools form, which Elizabeth Warren did for much of her adult life. According to her, she’s part Cherokee and part Delaware. Not in the Joe Biden sense, I hasten to add, but Delaware in the sense of the Indian tribe named in honor of the home state of Big F***kin’ Chief Dances with Plugs.

How does she know she’s a Cherokee maiden? Well, she cites her grandfather’s “high cheekbones,” and says the Indian stuff is part of her family “lore.” Which was evidently good enough for Harvard Lore School when they were looking to rack up a few affirmative-action credits. The former Obama special adviser to the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau and former chairperson of the Congressional Oversight Panel now says that “I listed myself in the directory in the hopes that it might mean that I would be invited to a luncheon, a group, something that might happen with people who are like I am,” and certainly not for personal career advancement or anything like that. Like everyone else, she was shocked, shocked to discover that, as the Boston Herald reported, “Harvard Law School officials listed Warren as Native American in the ’90s, when the school was under fierce fire for their faculty’s lack of diversity.”

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Hallelujah! In the old racist America, we had quadroons and octoroons. But in the new post-racial America, we have — hang on, let me get out my calculator — duoettrigintaroons! Martin Luther King dreamed of a day when men would be judged not on the color of their skin but on the content of their great-great-great-grandmother’s wedding-license application. And now it’s here! You can read all about it in Elizabeth Warren’s memoir of her struggles to come to terms with her racial identity, Dreams from My Great-Great-Great-Grandmother.

Alas, the actual original marriage license does not list Great-Great-Great-Gran’ma as Cherokee, but let’s cut Elizabeth Fauxcahontas Crockagawea Warren some slack here. She couldn’t be black. She would if she could, but she couldn’t. But she could be 1/32nd Cherokee, and maybe get invited to a luncheon with others of her kind — “people who are like I am,” 31/32nds white, and they can all sit around celebrating their diversity together.

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Just in case you’re having difficulty keeping up with all these Composite Americans, George Zimmerman, the son of a Peruvian mestiza, is the embodiment of endemic white racism and the reincarnation of Bull Connor, but Elizabeth Warren, the great-great-great-granddaughter of someone who might possibly have been listed as Cherokee on an application for a marriage license, is a heartwarming testimony to how minorities are shattering the glass ceiling in Harvard Yard. George Zimmerman, redneck; Elizabeth Warren, redskin. Under the Third Reich’s Nuremberg Laws, Ms. Warren would have been classified as Aryan and Mr. Zimmerman as non-Aryan. Now it’s the other way round. Progress!

That’s enough. There’s really not much meat left on those bones. (But much more good stuff at the link!)

I really shouldn’t even feel sorry for her. The absurdity of her claiming Indian heritage—and of Harvard touting it—on the basis of family lore and (only moderately) high cheekbones is an insult to Native Americans, to diversity and worthy minority candidates, to our intelligence, and a whole lot more if I bothered to waste my time thinking about it. Had she stayed at Harvard, she would have maintained elite status; but she listened to the baser angels of her nature and thought she could take the Senate the way Sitting Bull took Little Bighorn. She learned different.

Before we move on from this admitted non-story, can we just have a little more fun?

Please?

On the long list of “Stuff More Indian than Liz Warren” — which includes Indian pudding ice cream, 1/6th of the Village People and anyone who’s ever played professional baseball in Cleveland — you can add…

Me.

My grandfather Ray Futrell, a hard-drinking World War II vet and one of my life heroes, was also the grandson of a Cherokee Indian woman born in the Oklahoma territories. As a college student in Tulsa, Okla., I visited her daughter — my Great Grandma Fields — at the nursing home.

Which makes me the great-great-grandson of a Cherokee — a full generation less pale face than Senate candidate Elizabeth Warren.

Aka: Faux-Cahontas.

I’ve known for a fact since I was a little boy that I was part Cherokee. I’ve even seen photos of my great-great-grandmother. But, unlike Princess “Rides In Limos” Warren, it never occurred to me to do what “Rides In Limos” Warren has done, and use my distant ethnic background to my advantage.

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Like so many of my brave Cherokee brothers, I’ve suffered in silence at the hands of the white man. And without any casino revenue, either!

But there’s Liz Warren’s name — actually, her “oppressor’s name,” not her true Native one — in the list of minority law professors at the University of Texas in 1986. There it is again during her years at the University of Pennsylvania in 1995.

How did it get there?

Last week, Liz Warren’s campaign told the Boston Herald that they “flatly denied that she ever touted her Native American background professionally.”

But after being outed by a law professor’s blog over the weekend, her campaign was forced to admit “Warren had listed herself as a minority professor in the Association of American Law Schools desk book.”

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What we do know is that once Chief IWannaGetOuttaOklahoma made it to Harvard, her name suddenly disappeared from the directory’s “minority faculty” list.

Harvard University continued to tout its minority hire, but not Professor Warren. What happened?

You’d think that the Great Spirit of the Occupods would want her Harvard followers to know about her ethnic heritage. Instead, “Slacker-Jawea” fell silent. Why?

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[S]he had no problem talking about an unknown Indian ancestor from the 18th century, but she rarely speaks of her work as a litigator in 2009 on behalf of Traveler’s Insurance. She was paid $212,000 according to The Boston Globe-Democrat, for her work defending this “evil corporation” from asbestos-related lawsuits brought by blue-collar workers.

She was once proud of “creating much of the intellectual foundation” of the Occupy movement. Then their poll numbers sank, and she distanced herself from their clan.

People I know who know people who know people who know people at Harvard Law say Betty Buckskin is a perfectly nice person. And I’m sure that’s true—as nice as the “intellectual foundation” of the Occupy movement, enemy of capitalism, and serial self-aggrandizer can be. What the rest of the country may find bizarre, absurd, or offensive passes for normal around here. To borrow from her favorite Broadway musical, she’s just a girl who can’t say no. (—I’m not an Indian.)

But if we are indeed going to consign this story to the Happy Hunting Grounds of the blogosphere, we need Howie Carr to say the eulogy:

[O]nce she’d parlayed the racial-spoils racket all the way to a tenured position at Harvard Law, she decided to … pass, as they used to say in the old South. Once she’d reached the pinnacle of her trade, she ditched the fake-Indian routine. Maybe White Eyes Warren saw the smoke signals and figured out that someone was going to call her out on her ancestry. She was right.

Still, all’s well that ends well. She has her $1.7 million wigwam in Cambridge. Greedy Wall Street lawyers slurp top-shelf firewater at her $1,000-a-head Manhattan fundraisers. Maybe someday she’ll even smokum peace pipe with Tim Geithner.

But the greatest thing about this latest outbreak of Politically Correct hypocrisy is it shows just how morally and intellectually bankrupt “affirmative action” is.

The race card — like so many others, Barack Obama never leaves home without it. And a couple of weeks ago, he was reading off the Teleprompter that he (unlike, presumably, Mitt Romney) wasn’t “born with a silver spoon in his mouth.”

Excuse me? What would you call a free pass to Columbia and then Harvard Law? For a guy who thinks there are 57 states and that they speak “Austrian” in Austria? Who pronounces corpsman “corpseman”? Who became editor [President? ed.] of the Harvard Law Review without ever having written a single article for the publication?

Who can forget Elizabeth Warren’s “rise from poverty.” That hasn’t been mentioned much since we found out that by 1965, her family had three cars, one of which was Granny’s white MG, a car that was, the Globe sadly informed us, “beat up.”

And you say Pocahontas Warren hasn’t got a right to sing the blues?

Then there was Granny’s $168,000 gig working for Travelers Insurance when they were trying to fend off lawsuits from victims of asbestos poisoning. Kind of like Deval Patrick being on the board of subprime monster Ameriquest, or Barack’s dealings with convicted racketeer Tony Rezko.

All of them, they’re better than you, because you’re an oppressor. They’re the oppressed — they went to Harvard Law.

Indeed it does re-prove the hypocrisy of affirmative action and the Left in general. But it’s still a non-story. This is such an overwhelmingly Democratic state, hypocrisy is seen as a positive trait. Scott Brown may well win reelection, but this train wreck of a personal embarrassment won’t derail Annie Oakley’s chances one bit. So, maybe it isn’t such a non-story.

Isn’t that right, Professor Warren?

Professor? Professor?

I can see how this is an outcome of Hope—but how is this Change (except a hefty chunk of change)?

President Obama has nominated a top campaign bundler to be the next U.S. ambassador to the Netherlands, following in a rich presidential tradition of granting diplomatic posts to big-dollar fundraisers.

The White House announced this past week that Maryland lawyer Timothy Broas would be nominated for the Dutch ambassadorship.

According to the Obama campaign, Broas has helped raise more than $500,000 for the 2012 reelection effort. By law, Broas cannot contribute all that money himself — so he, like other so-called “bundlers,” serves as a fundraising point person and collects money from others to donate to the campaign.

These bundlers are frequently rewarded with prestigious positions — in the administrations of President Obama as well as his predecessors. The Center for Responsive Politics estimated that Obama nominated two-dozen fundraisers to ambassador positions within his first year in office.

Broad is a lawyer with the Washington, D.C., firm Winston & Strawn, representing high-profile clients like UBS Securities and Papa John’s International.

Who should be more insulted, the guy who got Holland for his half a million dollars; or Holland, once a great world power, now sunk so low (get it?) as to have a cheap lawyer and campaign shill as its American ambassador?

Actually, given what we’ve learned the last few days about Dutch collaboration with the Nazis, a rich corporate lawyer for the sainted Obama and the most efficient deporters of Jews during the Holocaust (so said Eichmann) kind of deserve each other. Kudos, Obama!

- Aggie

When President Obama said he wouldn’t do business with lobbyists, it turns out it was only the Israeli lobby he meant:

Although Mr. Obama has made a point of not accepting contributions from registered lobbyists, a review of campaign donations and White House visitor logs shows that special interests have had little trouble making themselves heard. Many of the president’s biggest donors, while not lobbyists, took lobbyists with them to the White House, while others performed essentially the same function on their visits.

More broadly, the review showed that those who donated the most to Mr. Obama and the Democratic Party since he started running for president were far more likely to visit the White House than others. Among donors who gave $30,000 or less, about 20 percent visited the White House, according to a New York Times analysis that matched names in the visitor logs with donor records. But among those who donated $100,000 or more, the figure rises to about 75 percent. Approximately two-thirds of the president’s top fund-raisers in the 2008 campaign visited the White House at least once, some of them numerous times.

If it’s still not clear to you, let’s run it through the human translator:

Patrick J. Kennedy, the former representative from Rhode Island, who donated $35,800 to an Obama re-election fund last fall while seeking administration support for a nonprofit venture, said contributions were simply a part of “how this business works.”

“If you want to call it ‘quid pro quo,’ fine,” he said. “At the end of the day, I want to make sure I do my part.”

Mr. Kennedy visited the White House several times to win support for One Mind for Research, his initiative to help develop new treatments for brain disorders. While his family name and connections are clearly influential, he said, he knows White House officials are busy. And as a former chairman of the Democratic Congressional Campaign Committee, he said he was keenly aware of the political realities they face.

Is this hope—sorry, Hope? It’s clearly not Change (at $100,000 per audience, not chump change anyway). If this is what you voted for, fine. But don’t tell me he’s anything but a charlatan and a carnival barker. Don’t wast your breath and my time.

Because on top of all the incompetence resides the mind of a hypocrite

A photo of Obama’s “army” originally posted on the campaign’s Tumblr site and run in conjunction with a BuzzFeed story on the Obama campaign reveals a stunning lack of diversity among the president’s Chicago staff.

The Obama campaign’s Chicago headquarters has it all—from Jack Daniels and Ping Pong to bouncy balls and ironic desk mementos.

Yet the “army of twenty-somethings” campaign manager Jim Messina has assembled in the president’s hometown is almost uniformly white, according to photos contained in a detailed BuzzFeed report Monday.

Further examination of the Obama’s campaign’s Tumblr site over the past month reveals very few black individuals—apart from the president and his wife, Michelle—in the pictures posted in the feed.

- Aggie