I'm slowly, reluctantly coming to be in total awe of Cassie Edwards. Putting her husband on the phone was a nice touch to start with, but she's just gone supernova from there. Stealing from Longfellow and the Encyclopedia Britannica; comparing her enduring increasingly well-substantiated accusations of plagiarism to the suffering of her Native American ancestors; describing said suffering and the entire blood-drenched, shameful, appalling history of white American treatment of Native Americans as "picking on" them; and creating her own wacky genius mashup of Snacky and Godwin. She may be a crap artist, but she's a truly stunning work of art.

LONGFELLOW?? She stole Longfellow??

Cripes! (Honestly, with something like that, I could see myself doing it as a clever reference to amuse myself, but in this context, obviously not so much. (And maybe I wouldn't have using three whole lines' worth.))

Okay, at this point I'm starting to be a fan, because working that in must have taken more effort than writing her own prose would have. And I speak from experience.

Nine Inch Nails lyrics are difficult to work in, eh?

Did she figure that Longfellow probably isn't widely read or that if she took out "with" and put the phrases in a sentence with commas either a)it wouldn't count as stealing or b) no one would realize it was poetry?

She makes it sound as if she's special to have a great grand parent who is full blood Indian, I can play that game. My great grandfather (well one of them) was full blood Comanche. He'd be appalled.

I'm part Creek. DH is on the Cherokee tribal rolls and is also part Choctaw. Somehow neither of us feels this gives us license to plagiarize, nor to compare petty sufferings resulting from our own misdeeds to the cruelty our Indian ancestors received from our white ancestors.

If it were only the Longfellow, I'd assume that she'd heard the poem enough times to absorb the phrasing. It's everything else that's so appalling.

Nine Inch Nails lyrics are difficult to work in, eh?

"The odors of the forest, the dew and damp meadow, and the curling smoke from the wigwams were left behind as Lorinda […] clutched her man and said 'I wanna fuck you like an animal!'"

That wasn't such a chore.

MM made me laugh until I snorted. NOT a pretty sound.

OMG! Too funny! Perhaps MM's line belongs in the weird meara-provided bestiality romance novel from the first F2F!

BWAH!

Maybe CE is now going to compare the burden of scrutiny her work is now undergoing to being swathed in smallpox-ridden blankets.

If she can find some previous author who described what that feels like, anyway...

(sputter)

MM, you had me face down on my desk giggling uncontrollably (luckily, I wasn't drinking anything at the time, or my computer would have been toast ... ed).