Our beef heah

When my spouse starts to grumble about the conduct of her anointed candidate, you may take it for granted that said candidate is knee deep in shit. The anointed in this case is Elizabeth Warren.

Let's get this straight: The "Native American" riff is journalistic manure of the first water. So was the Swift Boat issue. If Warren and her supporters have the slightest idea that a manufactured non-issue will have no legs because it is a non-issue, I suggest they go have a talk with John Kerry. But Warren seems to act, first and worst, like the anointed. Progressives in Massachusetts do not need Coakley Part Deux, handing a Senate seat to an undistinguished nonentity out of misplaced entitlement. Second, she recalls Lincoln's description of a defeated Union general: "stunned and confused, like a duck hit on the head." Has this woman no advisor who can explain that bullshit forms part of any campaign?

When last I looked, we had all stumbled into the 21st Century. Why doesn't Warren challenge Brown to a DNA sampling, to establish the purity of both candidates? Hah. I identify Welsh first, Irish second, and recognise that a lot of dogs jumped over a lot of fences on the way to that identification. That includes a dose of Swamp Yankee, and that may well have brought any number of racial ingredients into the pie. My y-chromosomes may be a direct descent from the Stone Age, but I bet my mitochondrial side (when I can afford to test it) would be much more diverse. Warren's DNA is likely diverse; so perhaps is Brown's. Good grief, maybe a DNA test would reveal signs of intelligent life among Boston's news media. (We can always hope.)