Of course, I never bragged about not cheating. I am not saying that cheaters have no talents either. But obviously if the authorities were playing fair the cheaters would get their desserts and eat their humble pie instead of trying to shove it in my face. I do feel sorry for David but he was wrong about many things and I cannot in good conscience pretend that I agree with him on ideological and philosophical grounds. In order to do that, I would have to agree that Martians built the pyramids of Egypt and that the Mayan Indians are descended from an alien race that apparently dropped out of the sky, arriving by space ship driven by giant squids who left their greeting in the form of mysterious pictures drawn in the sand of the Chilean desert. It would be easy in the 1700s to speculate that the Mayans were some sort of subhuman creatures born of an alien race but with all the current scientific advances in terms of DNA research it can no longer be argued that the Bering Strait is not the land bridge that connects all of America's native peoples to the rest of humanity probably all the way back to Adam and Eve. The idea that native Americans were subhuman and that European was blood was necessary to reconnect the natives to Western Civilization is somewhat naive, an interesting relic of a past age when Europe was the center of civilization and very little was known of Asia and Africa, even less of America. Certainly the native Americans lacked Christianity and thus were living in a spiritually oppressed condition, their religions filled with demon spirits and pantheistic notions. If their minds are renewed and transformed by Christ, then we see that native Americans are capable of doing much. Still, many of them refused to accept Christianity and thus their descendants still suffer the effects. This is a free country so if they want to live on reservations that is their free choice. We gave them a place of their own because they insisted. Of course, it is interesting to note that great-grandmother's diaries refer to various mission trips to Indian reservations by herself and others. I am certain that she was not referring to casino excursions because for one thing nobody in my family gambles that I know of and also that was before the appearance of casinos that now divert a huge amount of cash to native American pockets, so that we imagine those people now live in huge luxury mansions and drive Cadillacs and BMWs and no longer require economic assistance from the United States of America. They are sort of like separate countries or states, those reservations where discounted cigarettes and liquor provide a constant stream of income for natives only. The natives profit richly from the vices of the white man, their reservations functioning as magnets for persons looking to indulge their baser passions. We thought about patronizing the restaurant at the Indian casino near where we live that was advertised but then we realized that we would not want to be seen there. There is no telling who one might run into in these places and they might get the wrong idea. We don't really gamble and even if we did the odds are against us. It is equally likely that we would just be eaten by sharks or struck by lightning. These things do happen, we know.
