Spitting on the street or the floor of a saloon is a funny thing. Down in Texas, it was polite to spit your side chaw right on the sidewalk or the barroom floor, and not that long ago. When I was in high school, we used to sneak into the race track and spit our Mail Pouch right on the floor of the betting hall. So did all the cowboys and degenerate gamblers in attendance. I blame it on feminism. I never saw a woman at the race track, except in the stands or luxury boxes, until the last 20 years or so. Of course, no Muslim should ever spit anywhere. They shouldn't be there in the first place.
Amen. Decades ago a Muslim spat on a London street. Some people were outraged and confronted him. He smirked and said, Call the police. I'll wait.
He knew. He already knew that the English no longer had their own nation.
Spitting on the street or the floor of a saloon is a funny thing. Down in Texas, it was polite to spit your side chaw right on the sidewalk or the barroom floor, and not that long ago. When I was in high school, we used to sneak into the race track and spit our Mail Pouch right on the floor of the betting hall. So did all the cowboys and degenerate gamblers in attendance. I blame it on feminism. I never saw a woman at the race track, except in the stands or luxury boxes, until the last 20 years or so. Of course, no Muslim should ever spit anywhere. They shouldn't be there in the first place.
Thanks Janos, perfect example.