Dude, whatever two seconds of shit talking was happening prior to the face spitting, I cannot imagine anything that anyone could say in that timeframe to make you spit in their face twice. I also love the guy filming defending the big guy as he’s on top of an already unconscious guy, pummeling him into oblivion with fists raised to the heavens - “NAH, NAH HE SPIT IN HIS FACE!”, and everyone shuts up, lol.
I’ve never been spat on before, but I’d place my reaction to having someone spit in my face somewhere right around that right there. Honestly, he could have beaten the guy to death.
Karen is a serious thing now, which, lol, but telling a Native American to go back to their country gets more than just a chuckle out of me. The lady got the shit slapped out of her too.
Haha, Mexicans approaching my dad, and to a lesser extent, sometimes me, speaking Spanish is a fairly common occurence. Kinda amusing considering we’re both broader and taller than the majority of them that I see…but I suppose I see a very small number of them.
One time a certain Democratic Senator came to the reservation to argue why shale drilling on our lands was bad and wanted us to do protests akin to the Bakken pipelines stuff.
Talking to a room of Apache. With. Slow. Words. Wampum bad. Big Texas white man bad. Want to hurt Earth Mother.
We all looked at each other: Harvard MBA, Yale lawyer, Rice engineer (with another degree in math), me a lowly Texas A&M petroleum engineer, but with masters in geology, etc. Most of either had worked, worked, or had family that worked the oil field.
Let the condescending fuck talk. Thanked him, and signed the lease with Big Texas white man (which was quite good and not only brought in a full 25% royalty, but lots of jobs and water sales) and solid lessor protections: vertical and horizontal Pugh clauses, drilling commitment, compression commitment (which I fucking built and designed), etc. Set up the tribe for a generation or so.
