Yet another request has been made of me. I would like to thank you for these requests, they help me know exactly what it is that you humans want to know from me, so I don't feel like I am just writing away without reason. Today, I have been asked to discuss a man who I got to know very well. A man who brought me down on an entire race of people in the name of those three things that mankind strives for above all other things: Fame, Wealth, and Power. I am, of course, speaking of Hernán Cortés.
Before I talk about the madman himself, I would like to discuss a fact about humanity first. Cortés was not the first of his kind
nor would he be the last. Mankind itself is very much like Cortés. Now, don't misunderstand me; Cortés was mad, of that there is no question. However, he suffered from mankind's greatest weakness: Lust for power, lust for fame, and lust for gold. Don't believe me? Let's put that to the test. I hold out a bag of gold
gold that will sustain you for years to come. All you have to do to get it is shoot some stranger that you don't know. If you had to pause and think about that, then I rest my case. However, the difference between you and Cortés is that Cortés actually followed through with that. In the name of gold, fame, and power, Cortés slaughtered any man that got in his way.
Now to discuss the madman that was Hernán Cortés.
I don't know what kind of mental defect you humans would give him, but he was clearly unstable. I have discussed Hitler and his genocidal attack on the Jews. Cortés took 500 men with him on his conquest to Mexico and murdered
a better word would be slaughtered, 5,000,000 Aztecs. The man was sadistic and power crazed. With each knew murder, he felt that much closer to finding the gold. It was almost as if he expected me to take him there, because he only felt like he was accomplishing anything when he killed someone
In just 3 hours, this mass murderer killed 3,000 Aztecs with his band of mercenaries. I never enjoy walking across battlefields to collect souls, but in this case
it wasn't even a fair fight. In World War Two, both sides had similar armor, similar weapons, and similar drives. What I saw during these battles was a 500 man army of men on horses, holding guns, swords, and heavy armor, overrun and massacre men and women with nothing more than spears, clubs, and sling shots. Let's also take into account that the Aztecs believed the conquistadors to be supernatural beings
even gods. Their guns had never been seen before and their horses were unknown and unfamiliar creatures. This wasn't taking a knife to a gun fight
this was taking a damn STICK to a CANNON fight.
Worse yet was the method of torture Cortés inflicted. You see, it wasn't good enough for this man to simply kill his enemies
oh GOD knows that this would be too easy. Remember, he must have his gold. If he believed that the Aztecs knew where the gold was, then he would torture them until they told him. One of his favorite methods was one that I still shudder to considered. You would call it a garrote. Imagine, if you will, a 5 foot tall pole. You tie a prisoner to this pole and wrap a rope around his neck which is then strapped to a wench behind it. This wench is slowly turned, and as it turns the rope tightens around the neck, until eventually
do the math yourself. I hated having to wait and watch as he slowly and painfully killed these people. That's right
I watched him do it. I despise the method of strangulation as a way of death. Because with that method, I have to slowly remove the soul. In a decapitation or stab through the heart, I can simply reach in and remove quickly. With strangulation, I have to go slowly as the life is slowly removed from the poor victim. Can you understand why I have so many problems with hanging?
Cortés himself was a fool. Killing in the name of gold or anything of physical value is foolish and wicked. To fight for values, principles, and the things you care about? THAT is something worth fighting for. What was Cortés going to do with all that gold? What did he want it for? I can tell you something, and I hope you will take it into consideration: The day I came for Cortés, his wealth and riches didn't mean anything to me. He didn't take it with him and I didn't carry it for him
Cortés was left with nothing when he finally was in my arms
however, he was left with the blood of millions on his hands.
I encourage you to learn something from Hernán Cortés. Wealth and Riches are all temporary and mean nothing when the day comes that you and I meet. Do not live your life focusing on gaining things that will not last. Instead focus on things that will last on beyond our meeting. Things that matter more than riches, because your riches will not mourn for you when we meet. Live your life to the fullest, fighting for things that matter and for things that will last. Believe me, gold, fame, and power are worth nothing in the end.
That's my two cents about that topic. I need to get back to work, and I will write again when I have time.