The world favours the strong, and makes sure that the weak are not forgiven. You talk of the horses we gave you, but you do not even know that they are already a domesticated animal? You believe that intelligence is marked by age, while we know it is forged by skill. You have lived here, fighting your petty wars over tribes of roaming animals, for your entire existence. Do not act like you have any right to this land, tribal. The world favours us.
Spare me, indian. You gush about your connection with nature, your primal wisdom, but what has it brought you?
Where are your marvels of engineering? Your voyages of discovery? Your great insight into the nature of the universe? Even at our basest, when we dressed as you do, dwelt as you do, hunted as you do, lived as you do, we did more than merely survive. We built wonders. We made great journeys. We forged epics. You have not.
What little you have accomplished you attribute to the wisdom of your 'spirit gods', who are nothing but the voices of your dead echoing for all eternity. They moor you to the past, serving as a leash that keeps you as little better than apes, sad parodies of civilization that lack that special spark to become something more.
Whether your actions drive us back or not, the outcome is the same. In a thousand years, you will not have changed from this contact with another continent. You will remain in your trees, hunting your prey, doing nothing of merit.
What you classify as our own people really isn't. You had tribes of small amounts that you believe different than others. We are all from different countries, with varying religions and ideologies. You still behead people for hunting your buffalo. We build cities and civilizations while you graze the plains. You're a savage.
