Today I encountered yet another visual affront to my native American heritage. Behold the official Cleveland Indians Twitter page:
Yes. That’s right. THIS is their profile photo:
Hey, Indians, when you’re done relieving yourself all over my genetic history, why don’t you command your platoon of interns to find maybe a slightly higher quality photo for your Twitter account? Maybe then you could have more followers than, I dunno, the media-powerhouse Minnesota Twins (not a media powerhouse).
“But Bradley, you are only 1/64 Native American. Why do you care about the Indians insulting Indians?”
Okay, okay, which of your ancestors could you do without? Huh!? Maybe we should start snipping unimportant relatives from your family tree. OH, THAT’S RIGHT, THEN YOU’D NEVER BE BORN, HUH?! Just because I’ve got a gallon of hot German blood firing through my arteries and capillaries doesn’t mean the four ounces of Native American blood is pressed up against the wall, being asked for papers.
Fix the logo, Indians.