The newest wannabe career Senator, Susan Warren:
The Globe has finally come clean. The cover-up has crumbled. The New England Historic Genealogical Society threw in the towel a few hours later.
Now it’s Granny Warren’s turn. She needs to cop a plea to being a fake Indian, because it’s way beyond a reasonable doubt.
Unless, of course, she wants to stick with her very believable story about her pappaw having “high cheekbones — like all the Indians do.”
And then of course there’s that other incontrovertible piece of evidence linking her to the Cherokee Nation — the fact that her first cousin from Muskogee edited the famous Indian cookbook, “Pow Wow Chow.”
Granny’s hagiographers had to be dragged kicking and screaming to the truth about their heroine, but finally the tangled web they weaved when first they practiced to deceive came apart like the Seventh Cavalry at the Little Big Horn.
The problem, of course, is that as somebody once said, a lie goes around the world in the morning while the truth is still putting its pants on.
For two weeks, all of the limousine liberals and assorted pablum pukers in the lamestream media had a hook to hang their Big Lie on — the yarn from the Genealogical Society saying Granny was 1/32nd Cherokee.
Now the Society is saying, hey, hold on, we just went with what was in the family newsletter.