I need to start this piece with a confession: I have made — on more than one occasion — decisions that, in hindsight, were rather unwise. But I suppose that’s why they call it hindsight, no? I’m not certain, had I fully comprehended the scope and implications of a surveillance state at the time, that I would have so willingly spit into a test tube and sent my DNA off to some lab for testing, but indeed, I did. And the reason I did is rather petty.
I blame Sen. Elizabeth Warren (D-MA). Actually, I blame myself and my ego and pride and pettiness, but it was her repeated assertions regarding her purported Cherokee ancestry and the subsequent revelation that DNA testing showed her to be 1/1024th Native American that set everything in motion. (Note: Currently available information now says she’s between six and 10 generations removed — six generations would be 1/64th, while 10…
