I know what "Dis" means. I used to go to a bar in St. Paul. It was just over the bridge from 1st Avenue in Minneapolis. The place was called "Dis mus' be da place". It may still be there. I doubt it though. It was dingy & "dark" over 20 years ago. I & my friends didn't fit in the first time we were there. We were always heartily welcomed on our subsequent visits though. We were a very congenial bunch of fellows. After some instruction on proper etiquette & manners, the owner and the patrons of the fine establishment had no problems with cavorting with a half dozen, 250 lb. heavily armed Swedes. See? That just goes to show that we can all "just get along"....after some blood starts to congeal.
I doubt this fraudster here has ever been to a place where they look at a hundred dollar bill & say "Wuz Dis?" though. He's just an Indian version of a punk. He couldn't fight his way out of a wet paper bag. He's all mouth with nothing behind it. In his country he's known as a "Cheat". If he ever manages to breed, his daughters won't be able to be marketable. Not even in the bargain bins. They won't be virgins, they'll just never have husbands. He's a joke. "Dis" is what he is.
Live Well,
Gunnar