Vesuvi, Italian Megalomania, Human Annihilation and Columbus (the Italian?) Who Got Spain to Vouch For Him

So this is Mt. Vesuvius. In Pompeii. Right outside of Naples.
I tend to form long, gapping opinions on things I basically know nothing about. Or at least this: I know I neglect potentially pertinent and or exceedingly important, and or seemingly simple details to a story or concept but I still go ahead and passionately expound on them. I.e. sophomore year of high school, wrote a paper on Thomas Jefferson but kept calling him Alexander Hamilton. The paper was good, if it were actually about TJ. I knew it was TJ, but put AH. They're all the same. Maybe that's the problem. I hold little regard in the beginning for names and then everything gets screwed up. Hmmm.... yes.
So with that, I'm going to call Columbus an Italian even if he's not and then go off more, based on that. Like, throw Spain in there, assuming Spain sent him out to "discover". I could look this up, but it would ruin the whole blog. And we don't want that to happen.

I honored Italy a few blogs ago. But I didn't say they were perfect. I might have said gelato was perfect. But we're not talking about gelato unfortunately. So no one's perfect and no nation is perfect. But some people and nations (I know it's terrible that I'm generalizing a whole nation) are FAAAAAAR from perfect. Take for instance, I'll go ahead and cast the first stone here and judge that I be judged: Christopher Columbus. Well wait. He's coming later. First, Vesuvi.
Vesuvius was a city chalk full of self-centered pleasurites. They drew real good. They built stuff real good. But they formed their society right under a volcano, which proved disasterous. So this is the mountain and this is but one visual aid of the many visual aids I could put up, one microcosm of what happened to everyone living in Pompeii when Mount Vesuvius blew. They were killed instantly and fossilized in the ash.
The Vesuvial societies, the colloseum, the pantheon, the leaning tower, the conquests, the womanizing, the fashion, the churches, the statues, the FOOD... people, it's big. Huge. They stayed within their borders with the culture and conquested within the Atlantic's, Adriatic's and Meditteranean's reaches. Until they let one of their own, one of these megalomaniacs out. His name was Christopher Colmbus. He took to Spain. Combine Italian Megalomania with Spanish Conquestamania and what do you get... an actual voyage (not the first!) across the Atlantic to find gold and all things mega. He showed up in the Bahamas and annihilated everyone there over a relatively short amount of time. We're talking millions of people. In the most brutal, unimaginable ways ever.
So my point is, the moral of this story is, if you come from a herritage of mega, then you meet mega contractors who mega you out to mega and bring back mega, you will turn extremely delusional and any person in the way of that megadelusion is just that and is not a human being. You're going to leave a sad, heart wrenching tale to tell, but you won't find it in your 4th grader's history book. And if any mention is made of it, it's probably a one-liner and framed as a means to an end. A "necessary evil" if you will. And no, for that matter, I will not. We can't re-write history and like some historians say, we can learn from it. Look at it this way, re-writing would dishonor those who suffered due to all these "necessary evils"/"historical events" that took place around the world throughout time. That is history. Not 1492 sailing the ocean blue. History (as we know it) from the standpoint of the losing side, the side that's always lost, their losses intricately accounted for, those who sacrificed everything including their lives because they were forced to; revolution and resistance thrown back in the faces of all those delusional, hypocritical, power-tripped, fortune mongering, inferiority complexed megalomaniacs who ever walked the earth.
P.S. I really like using the word megalomaniac. Also, any other word you can take out of that word.