Never before has the plight of a self-hating Native American been so well-fleshed out. Granted, we never really wondered what that identity crisis would feel like, but now we can’t imagine life without having experienced it. First those Euro-Americans hopped off their boats and gave them a raw deal, and now these alien douches swoop in and %$# up their bar. But, man, the jukebox’s timing with Blue Oyster Cult is a beautiful thing.