Indian - Savage
Indians - hundreds of people had gathered to watch the carving of Elizabeth
Warren
"I no like this
redskin" the old Indian whiffed up his nose on a hunch.
"This white man
game of wanting to be red, smells bad"
The two Indians sat
there and watched this Elizabeth Warren claim to a big newspaperman that she
was a real Indian. It made both old Indians mad that this white woman said she
was an Indian. They decided to cut down
a pine tree and carve her image and let the GODS in the sky decide who she
really was when not pretending.
"It's like the
merry-go-round and round game the White's play - she is suspended from a string
and upstairs somebody is pulling, she has greased lips so they can move faster
than most, the newspaperman is squeaking now, telling her to slow down."
His friend starting
chopping the pine tree, the more she talked the more he chopped with his ax and
as the chips flew he quickly noticed there was no Elizabeth Warren inside the
tree, the chips flew more and more, no woman was formed, not even an Indian
girl. The pine tree would reveal the
real Elizabeth Warren, the forest of the GODS could not lie so he continued to
carve with his ax and then his knife.
The newspaperman
turned and told the Indian to stop chopping on the tree. But the newspaperman asked the old Indian,
"why are you carving a life sized figure of Hillary Clinton" and had
his camera man take a picture.
The carver and
sculptor continued to carve and concentrated seriously when the downtown shop
owner offered him $400 for his new carving of Barack Obama.
Elizabeth Warren
stopped talking, because the newspaperman had turned away, the cameras moved to
the sculptor that was now using a small carving knife working on his pine wood
redskin.
The Indian carver put
an old handkerchief over the face of his wooden carving, to hide the face as
the GODS had revealed the true Elizabeth Warren, America fake Indian wanting to
be a chief fake Indian.
A White man walked up
and offered him $15,000 for his carving, on the spot.
The White man from
the museum wanted the wooden Indian, the night club owner wanted the nude statue,
the curio antique dealer wanted it and oddly enough Elizabeth Warren had sat of
the grass with her white legs crossed and was watching the old Indian carve for
hours.
It was an odd bigger
than life sized figure, old and new all mixed up, odd looking but beautiful,
kind of modern western outlaw at least 15 feet high so people started guessing.
It was Hillary
Clinton or maybe Wild Bill Clinton. It
was for sure a half-breed that had been on the warpath as white people lay dead
at the statues feet.
The statue had been
killing settlers with his hatchet and mallet and as the carver continued with
his work a drawknife came into view and it looked like the real thing.
The pine log held the
form of the real Elizabeth Warren, felled by the old Indian and then the GODS
guided his hands and tools, mentally he was done, tired and hungry the old
Indian carver tossed his double axe to the ground and sat down.
His friend
"Remove the
cloth off her face, let's see if the GODS know her story."
It was the face of
Elizabeth Warren with an Eagle on her head holding the flag pole with the
Confederate Battle Flag of the South blowing in the wind.
"You see the
truth being told, she talks one side, but dreams of another side, her mind has
been soaked with turpentine, and she is drunk with power."
"She has the
sharp nose of a hunter, she smells opportunity like a mountain lion and will
rampage and cause trouble to all travelers that may cross her path."
Then the old Indian
notice the holes in the side of her head, she was no Princess, she had been
poisoned by the worms and gnawers that has killed her mind. With great interest hundreds of people had
gathered to watch the carving of Elizabeth Warren and now the truck had arrived
and a great wooden crate was placed next to the carving.
The police had
arrived to guard the huge crate and the great creation was placed inside this
DNC Storage Truck and would be taken to the railroad yard.
The DNC Storage Truck
would travel to Washington D.C.
Gradually the crowd
went away, and only the two Indians and Elizabeth Warren remained at the
carving site.
"An Indian, a
Wooden Indian will outlast any live Indian."
With his hatchet in
his hand the old redskin got up and
walked by the side of Elizabeth Warren sitting on the grass, he poured linseed
oil over the top of her head, and liberally doused her with red stain and
called her redskin and turned away.
Shading his eyes from
the dozens of camera lights Donald Trump walked away.
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