When I lived in New Mexico I had some beef with a white boy who was married to an Afro-American woman; the daughter was in my youth group. I knew this punk was going to be trouble when we had a team bonding at a pizza place, they strictly enforced wearing masks. This punk was the only dude who would not wear a mask, and neither did his youngest daughter (the girl in my youth group was the older stepdaughter).
This dude had the patriotic long beard, American tattoos, the American flag shirt, etc. The dead ringer was his name: Zachary, a typical AmeriKan name for that boy who throws tantrums in the Walmart toy aisle. The only name worse than that is “Seth”, which in Greek means “Satan” (go figure).