Elizabeth Warren, the fake Indian, has an annoying yet revealing verbal tic –whenever she’s about to tell a lie, she prefaces her whopper with the word “So.”

I think it’s safe to say Lieawatha had at best a so-so performance Friday morning on The Breakfast Club, a syndicated black radio show out of New York.

The Breakfast Club is one of those media outlets where Democrat candidates go to grovel. In 2016, Hillary Clinton used the popular program to spin her own preposterously tall tale about carrying a bottle of “hot sauce” in her purse.

Friday, the fake Indian figured she’d be getting the same kind of kid-gloves treatment. But the hosts, particularly Charlamagne tha God, who as a youth had a couple of arrests as a small-time cocaine dealer in South Carolina, was having none of it.

He asked Fauxcahontas about her decades of ethnic fraud.

“So,” she began, giving away the game, “I grew up in Oklahoma. I learned about my family the way most people learn about their families, from my mama and my daddy and my aunts and my uncles.”

Whatever happened to her “paw paw”? Back in her first campaign for the Senate, she said Paw Paw was the one who used to tell her that she had “high cheekbones, like all the Indians do.”

“It’s what I believe,” she continued in her rote, focus-grouped response, “but I’m not a person of color, I’m not a citizen of a tribe and I shouldn’t have done it.”

“If you had a chance to do it over,” Charlamagne tha God said, “would you?”

“I can’t go back, you know. But I should –”

White woman speak with forked tongue, again. At this point, she reverted to pure pander mode. Forgiving student loans and endorsing “investments” in black colleges.

She also claimed she was readying an attack on “redlining,” which I thought had been foiled in the late 1970s, when banks were ordered by the feds not to require such racist profiling as income verification and down payments, which the banks were more than eager to do once Uncle Sam guaranteed the scam, thus quickly producing the successor scourge of “predatory lending.”

By the time the fake Indian got to reparations — “Yeah!” she practically shouted — the hosts’ eyes were obviously glazing over.

One of them changed the subject back: “Your family told you were Native American?”

They’d obviously done some research. They mentioned the 1986 Texas bar application where she claimed to be an Indian. Not to mention Harvard’s brag that she was a “woman of color.”

“How long did you hold onto that?”

No answer.

“Like, why’d you do that?

“So,” she began, and you immediately knew she was again on the ropes, “it’s what I believe. You know, that’s like I said, that’s what I learned from my family –”

Again with the blaming of her family. As indefensible as her ethnic fraud is, isn’t it almost as reprehensible to point the finger at your own deceased kin for your misdeeds? Remember, she’s also said her parents had to “elope” during the Depression because of her grandparents’ bigotry against Indians. Total nonsense, as newspaper accounts from the time have shown.

Charlamagne: “When’d you find out you weren’t?”

“Well, you know, it’s, it — I’m not a person of color, I’m not a citizen of a tribe, and tribal citizenship is an important distinction and something I am, so –”

So … by now the hosts had figured out what little word means to the fake Indian. So Charlamagne interrupted her again, with another question she’s seldom asked by any of her fawning hagiographers in the alt-left media.

“Any benefits to that?”

“No,” she lied, “Boston Globe did a full investigation. It never affected, nothing about my family ever affected any job I got –”

There she goes parsing words. It’s not about her “family” because it appears that she’s the only one in her family who ever checked the box. As for The Boston Globe “investigation”? This is the same newspaper that has employed, and continues to employ to this day, generations of reporters busted for flat-out making up stories. This is the failing sheet that printed fake numbers on her DNA test, later blaming the bogus stats on a “math error.”

Charlamagne: “You sound like the original Rachel Dolezal, a white woman pretending to be black.”

Not to mention, a Republican pretending to be a Democrat. The Breakfast Club had indeed done its homework.

“You had a lot of confusion back in the day, Ms. Warren,” Charlamagne said dryly. “You thought you was Native American, you thought you was a Republican. When’d you get on the right track? You got to a fork in the road at some point?”

A few minutes later, she staggered out of the studios. She knew she had get right back on the warpath, and she knew who had to be scalped.

The fake Indian ran to a bank of microphones and once again demanded the impeachment — or was it the indictment? — of Donald Trump. These days, it’s the last refuge of a scoundrel, at least a fake Indian scoundrel who’s just been outed as the Rachel Dolezal of 2019.