(Okay, the guy who posed for that iconic crying Tonto ad was actually Jewish but what’s wrong with using him to depict one of the lost tribes? Ask Mitt. And at least they didn’t photoshop off one of his legs.)
But here’s the deal: our own phony Indians, those black guys up in Moodus – (?) somewhere in Connecticut’s desolate northeast – have run out of money and are trying to recast their deal with their creditors. Just like Greece, they’ve already been declared a group likely to be “unable to continue as a going concern”, which is pretty much like saying a lung cancer patient is in “stable condition”. The boyz have squandered their billions, owe billions more, had to cease handing out cash to their hanger-on constituents and bankruptcy is next. What happens then to the $100 million or so they’ve been passing along to Connecticut pols? Brace yourself, Bridget. I wonder what an all-feta diet will taste like?