(by Pendog [High Praise!])

From E. Warren’s page-turner “Dreams of My Father’s Relatives”

… Later, after recovering from that unprovoked racist attack on my superb riding technique I was sitting on my lean, muscular haunches by the bright flame of my fireplace insert. I reflected on the beauty I beheld in the raw savagery of my new leather couch. “You know, self?” I said, “I bet I really helped out a lot of Chinese people of Cherokee descent by purchasing this couch, they’ll spread the profits around because they know they didn’t build this couch themselves, Barack Obama helped build that couch”. Hungry, I went to kitchen to forage for nuts and berries but passing the hallway mirror I couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of my rather florid countenance. My rosacea only served to highlight my high cheekbones, making me blush with Native humility. “Girl,” I said, “you have got it goin’ on…”