Idk why native americans shy away from their heritage. If my grandpappy was sacrificing virgins to the blood gods and rode on a pale horse to the throne of skulls, I'd be rocking it and milking that infamy for all it's worth. Imagine being a badass that no man can kill, stealing women from cucks and getting high on peyote all day. That's so metal Lemmy is regretting not writing a song about it in his grave right now.