A Moment With Joe Biden: Friend of the Indians

[by Son of Bob]

And now, a moment with Joe Biden…

BIDEN: …but, there’s no greater friend to the American Indian Center of Chicago than Barack Obama. Not only is Chicago Barack’s hometown but, like myself, Barack is proud to call Miss Elizabeth Warren a dear, dear friend. As I’m sure you know, Miss Warren is one of your very own squaws… she’s a proud Democrat running for the senate as a Cherokee. Well, both Barack and I have been to Elizabeth’s beautiful tepee out there on the reservation. It’s so gorgeous, with the deerskins drying out front alongside the many colorful, hand-made pots. And we’ve shared so many wonderful evenings where we’d have a traditional Indian pow-wow, eating chicken curry, drinking firewater and smoking peace pipes as she told us such great stories of her proud tribal heritage… and such great, historical Native American ancestors, like Tonto and the great chief Dances With Wolves. And, after one of those evenings Barack turned to me and he said, “Joe, it’s about damn time we had stricter laws in this country to punish the criminals that bring blankets infected with smallpox onto those reservations.” And in his next term Barack will get it done! Now the Republicans, they’re gonna want to try to politicize this issue like they always do. Because they don’t care that tens of thousands of Native Americans die each year from smallpox-infected blankets. But, Barack can get stricter laws passed and then enlist help from some of your own Bollywood film stars to help with some P.S.A.’s that will get the word out that if you put smallpox on a blanket you’ll face a darn tough prison sentence…

This has been a moment with Joe Biden.

8 Comments

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    …and I vividly remember the time he threw me astride that magnificent painted pony that stood outside the trading post named Woolworth’s. I gripped the mane of that stallion like Mikey Moore holding onto a Big Mac. My dyed bonde hair almost moved in the calm air and I just knew all the other little bigoted white children were insanely jealous of this Cherokee maiden. I gave out a war whoop so loud people coming out of the store stopped and stared. I could literally see their racist thoughts in balloons above their heads. Then one of them said in a nasty, condescending tone ” Hey lady, those coin-operated ponies are just for the kids…

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