A Warning Salvo

I'm just firing a warning salvo. Just started reading 500 Nations. A history about American Indians told by an Amercian Indian. Alvin M. Josephy Jr.
A true Amercian history book.
Soon I will be ranting about what scum we Americans are, which is undoubtedly true. I laugh consistently every time some pompous ass holds this country up as the beacon of morality. An inspiration for the rest of the world. Makes me think about the morons in pickups who drive around with a full sized Amercian flag in the bed. They call that patriotism.
This country is every bit as corrupt, every bit as vicious, every bit as evil as any other country in the world.
I was cruising along peacefully, reading the opening chapters of the book which provide a history of American Indians going back thousands of years. Their origins, traditions, and culture. There was violence between them even before us white folk got into the mix, but the overall culture was one of respect for life and especially for nature. An intelligent, reverent, spiritual people. Deeply spiritual and aware.
Then I got to Cortes. Thieving, lying scum. Setting the tone for the colonization of this country and for our cultural mentality in general.
They hit shore and start marching. First stop - Cholula.The Spaniards assemble in the temple courtyard and entice the inhabitants out with overtures of peace. When the courtyard was crowded the Spaniards blocked the entrances and exits and went about slaughtering unsuspecting and unarmed Cholulans.
Next stop - Tenochtitlan, the imperial Aztec capital. The Aztecs had heard of the previous slaughter so they treated the Spaniards cordially. They were afraid. But the Spaniards were committed to plundering the Aztec fortunes.
The Aztecs were fierce fighters  but eventually succumbed to the white strangers. Their leader had been killed, his body unceremoniously thrown into a canal, their city destroyed, their riches plundered. And oh yeah, the Spaniards introduced small pox to the Indians. They were highly susceptible and were decimated by the disease.
I guess that chapter has set the tone for the rest of the book.
This will be a great learning experience for me. The only history I got was from Mr. McFarland in high school. He was the varsity football coach and didn't give a damn about history. He broke out the same notes every year - the pages were literally worn and yellowed - and stood in front of the class and read from the notes. And called that teaching.
The only thing I got from him was the greatest name in the world. He used a fictional name to make certain points. The same name every time.
Abercrombie Fafoofnick.
Thanks for the education Mr. M.