Elizabeth Warren has some native-American DNA after all

derived from skepticism sparked by the start difference between what I see reported and what I see with my own two eyes.

You know...skepticism. The philosophical position that demands evidence that is not a mere restatement of the same claim with no new information. The opposite of credulity or gullibility.

The Globe repeating Elizabeth Warren's or Hillary Clinton's or Barack Obama's talking points (sometimes word for word) is not evidence.

My own experience with and observation from the outside of institutions like the ones that Elizabeth Warren worked at is new evidence. And it contradicts what the Globe says.

And I'm not stupid.

Princess Paleface and El Blotto

is clever and funny, even though I believe the whole Fauxcahontas kerfuffle is manufactured right-wing runny bullshit that doesn't stand up to the tiniest factual scrutiny.

How utterly unsurprising that now that there's some science behind Liz's story -- which was always about tales her parents told her, not certainty, the way tens of thousands of Oklahomans proudly profess native ancestry based on family lore, just as I was told I have some, was proud of it, and had no reason to ever disbelieve it -- they're huffing and puffing with painfully ignorant interpretations of how genetic testing works.

Hint: if Howie Carr recycles 200 columns out of it, it's a vacuum pretending desperately to be solid substance. Any time conservatives work that hard to fluff up a tissue of lies into a roll of Charmin, you know they're scared. (I'm not impressed with Liz as a Presidential candidate so far, but she can utter two sentences in a row without lying, unlike our ridiculous used-car-salesman of a President.) Trump gives his increasingly cult-like followers the license to deny reality: "I never said that thing about the million dollars that I'm on video saying." Pathetic, but it works on Trumpies. How does one have a rational political discussion with someone who believes that 2+2=5, even after you've shown them the four matchsticks?

for a new moniker.

Her war-whoop could be "Mao-Mao-Mao-Mao-Mao!"

It has the benefit of tweaking the noses of socialists (which is always good) and being potentially offensive to even more people than "Fauxcahontas."