Seriously? This lady charges three hundred bucks to send you goddamn magic lessons via e-mail. She also tours around the U.S. with her giant drum and her fursuit so suburban honkies can feel like they learned something about how indians act, courtesy of some other suburban honky who had a dream that she was actually an indian!

Ah, the extrovert suburban catlady/ethnic appropriation-artisté.

She sounds like the badly translated narration for an anime. So I expected a girl with cat ears to flash her panties at me, the whole time. Five stars for not doing that.

I HAVE THE DRUM!
THE DRUM IS MINE!
I HAVE THE DRUM!
SHE'S DOING FINE!

So I'm guessing somehow menstrual blood is involved, yes?

Also, protip: Native Americans don't wear pre-made, theater-fag style masks from Hobby Lobby as part of their ritual.

Like the less-flaky-yet-still-whacko Christian televangelists before her, she is calling forth the spirit of the Almighty Dollar.

Still, I can appreciate the huge-ass drum.

Reminds me of visiting Santa Fe.

Personally I'd rather spend the money on learning how to drink whishkey with my cousins, acquiring old T-birds for my lawn, and pumpin AC/DC until the eagle brings back the sun with her talons.

I hate white people who latch onto the fact they're 1/36th 3rd cousin of a Sioux due to their own lack of cultural identity. Also, stereotypical "sounding like an indian" voice adds up to 5 stars of fail!

Reminds me of the "African Drum Circle" I saw at my kids' high school once: suburban honkies every one.

Needs a dreamcatcher and some glow in the dark wolf Tshirts.

That mask makes her look like a splicer from Bioshock. -1 for not hearing "we are the Saturnine" somewhere in this video.