Indian - Savage Indians - hundreds of people had gathered to watch the carving of Elizabeth Warren

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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Clinton Reservation Indian Elizabeth Warren on Warpath - Heap Big Tweeter War Elizabeth Warren Donald Trump Hillary Clinton Warpath Redskin Tweeter War full of Bull

Elizabeth Warren, making savage war on Donald Trump and it's a heap big tweeter war that everybody is laughing about.  The wooden indian, Elizabeth Warren is a communist liar that wants power and future favors from Hillary Rodham Clinton while she's admitted to listing herself as a Indian Redsking Savage minority in a law school directory in order to connect with “people like me” and that being descendant of Native Americans is an “important” part of her heritage, she also claimed to not have used her background for personal gain. And she denied knowing Harvard ever touted her as a minority.   What Elizabeth Warren wanted was a free ride so she jumped on the free redskin wagon and got white folks to pay for everything.  Warren reportedly claims she is “1/32 Cherokee, descendant of Delaware Indians.” and on a hunch she's most likely full of bull.  

The only papoose Elizabeth Warren ever carried was full of Clinton cash so now she's the war chief on tweeter against Donald Trump trying to help Hillary Rodham Clinton.  Being a real Indian is a profitable business venture for government free stuff so Warren stands around like a wooden Indian and cheated every system she touched, using taxpayer cash.  Now Elizabeth is always ready to strangle gun owners, screw banks into the wall, force supermarkets into high crime areas, shut down night clubs because Black Lives Matter, and set financial traps for every American.  She is an odd Indian, always helping the White Master Hillary Clinton that continues to plunder the government, sell government secrets and is responsible for the death of many people, around the world.  

So Elizabeth Warren is on the warpath and she plans on killing off the many white people that are now Donald Trump settlers that refuse to move and are willing to fight.  

Elizabeth is off the reservations and Hillary Clinton will land in prison.  Old and New Indians don't mix too well so Elizabeth Warren will draw a knife during the trump gun fight and loose.

How Much Is A Wampum Impeachment Worth in BitCoins, Obama has a Heap Big Problem Now, The Outlaw - Outlawed the Word Redskin Which Is Against The Law Ain't dat sumpin? They ain't no more Redskins. If you voted for Barack Obama the first time, it's o.k., he fooled a lot of people, If you voted for Obama two times you're suffering from stinking thinking. One by one my theory about President Barack Obama falls to hell. I thought his power was founded in his tremendous popularity but, he ain't that popular anymore. I don't know why Obama is presenting so many problems to the American citizens and why I just laugh sometimes at the President. The name Redskins is not the problem its the radical President being dumber than dirt, some may say.

Ain't dat sumpin?  They ain't no more Redskins.  If you voted for Barack Obama the first time, it's o.k., he fooled a lot of people,  If you voted for Obama two times you're suffering from stinking thinking.  One by one my theory about President Barack Obama falls to hell.  I thought his power was founded in his tremendous popularity but, he ain't that popular anymore. I don't know why Obama is presenting so many problems to the American citizens and why I just laugh sometimes at the President. The name Redskins is not the problem its the radical President being dumber than dirt, some may say. 

The Obama mystery, strange to be sure, is a lot more complicated than I originally thought.  I ask everybody I see "What is Barack Obama good at?" and not one man could answer me.  He is kind of an amusing King of sorts because he thinks he's immune from punishment but he does have an uncanny ability to do just about everything against the law.

He does have a particular gift for a liar because you can just about believe him if you didn't know him.  You can tell that he has a lot of pent-up emotions about being a black Negro and that might be driving his anti-redskin name calling.  It's most likely some kind of repression that escapes him once in a while causing him to be stupid.

The daily stress of being President must be tough but the power must be a narcotic for Barack Obama.  He has done nothing noteworthy but he still dreams that he's King.  I would guess that he gets pleasure by pissing people off or distortion of words and ideas.  It might just be a black thing.  He cannot hear the people protesting and gets mad because he never gets immediate results except negatives. 

Barack Obama does have a mental problem, really.  A child like man, Barack Obama, believes in the omnipotence or supremacy of his thoughts which should influence and control all the actions of other people. 

Meaning, Obama believes that his thoughts are more important than the laws of the land and his thoughts should be sufficient to get things done.

Bank robbers have the same thought patterns. 

Obama wants to be happy and have carefree days of playing Golf even when world events require his attention, child like.  A thousand people could die today in Iraq by the hands of ISIS but Obama will read and be talking about the Patent and Trademark's comments about taking away the value of the word "Redskin", which is child like.  Obama is childish.  Obama babbles.

You might remember Rah-rah-rah - Siss-boom-bah which college kids yelled way back when.  The yelling of nothing is meaningless unless you're the President of the United States.  

The White House boys yell, vent their queer pent up emotions and anger just like young college boys.  If you take away the White House rhetoric and replace it with logic you will surely discover, using proper grammar and composition that Obama is so far over his head that the United States is in danger.

Eenie-meenie-minie-mo is meaningless but it's a good way to pick out the daily national policy concerning Terrorist swaps, ISIS in Iraq, NSA domestic spying, EPA coal war, BLM BUNDY cattle raid, FAST and FURIOUS gun running, the KEYSTONE pipeline, Illegal Aliens, Bergdahl yes or no, the ACA Affordable Care Act ObamaCare just to name a few of Obama Classic mistakes, eenie-meenie-minie-mo White House.

The circus about "Redskins" is just another example of childhood expression.  Obama wants to live in his own paradise, divorce Michelle, change slave history and get somebody, anybody to agree with him. 

Obama has been oppressed, his preacher told him, God Damn America but his fancied words always oppress others.  Kids still want to be teachers or policeman but they don't want to be president.  I thought the "Redskin" prohibition was a gag and another Obama skit but I'll be damn its true.

Cultured human beings don't get the progressive liberal democratic socialist Barack Obama but as long as the minority has the U.S. checkbook they got to kiss his ass.

Rah-rah-rah - Siss-boom-bah, 

Redskin Negro Right Hand Man I told him I didn't have a picture I.D. but I was an American Indian fresh out of prison and I was in a hurry. I also told him to take the Redskin cigar store Indian out front and shove it up his ass. Them days are gone forever, unless you play football.

Redskins, Scandal, American Indians, Prison Escape, Rare Story, Old Memories, 

It had been a while since I had a good sirloin steak so the price was no big deal.  The medium rare steak came with smothered onions and a good looking women placed the plate in front of me. 

Old-timers like me had to turn the pages of their memory book but I hadn't seen that good looking of a woman in a long time.

In fact, it had been nine years and thirteen days since I drank a beer and ate a great steak.  My first stop had been to the cigar and cigarette store across the street when the youngster asked me for my I.D.

I told him I didn't have a picture I.D. but I was an American Indian fresh out of prison and I was in a hurry.  I also told him to take the  Redskin cigar store Indian out front and shove it up his ass. Them days are gone forever, unless you play football.