Physics says it can’t be done, but Wellesley curmudgeon Howie Carr traveled back in time yesterday to one of the Massachusetts GOP’s most spectacular wipeouts. Behold a name that lay like a millstone around Scott Brown’s pill-pumped neck but which evidently still sells newspapers to members of the pinochle team: “Fauxcahontas.”
November was Native American Heritage Month.
Perhaps some of you fork-tongued devils didn’t know that, but surely America’s first female Indian U.S. senator did.
I refer of course to U.S. Sen. Elizabeth Warren, she of the high cheekbones, the woman who was going absolutely nowhere in a lackluster academic career until she began, uh, checking the box, claiming to be a Native American.
After all, she claimed, her “paw-paw” told her so. Of course he did, Fauxcahontas.
Thank heaven there is still a place for this journalistic equivalent of Sturbridge Village’s living history museum: fascinating, charming in the sharp contrast he draws with the modern world, and entertainingly instructive.
are manipulated by the evil and the greedy.” ANON
Fred Rich LaRiccia
. . . when he exchanges Christmas gifts with John Martorano.
Mr. Carr epitomizes the behavior that motivates the comment I made on another thread earlier this morning.
This is a vile, puerile and juvenile temper-tantrum from a spoiled brat.
If the people who comprise the Massachusetts GOP want to EVER have a significant influence on this state, they need to leave behind maroons like Mr. Carr.
Thankfully, I’ve not had to listen to either Rush Liimbaugh or Howie Carr in years. I have little beyond contempt for those who choose to do so because they like or agree with it.
It is unfortunate that political dialog these days requires exposure to this kind of lame idiocy.