The sins of colonialism have been passed down through generations of nations, from the French, the English, the Spanish, even the Portugese, for Christ's sake, all to be inherited and carried upon the broad shoulders of the United States of America; so it's only fair that we, the guardians of the free world, also enjoy some entertaining aspects of rampant eighteenth-century imperialism, such as are presented in Master of Dragonard Hill (1987). A lovely Caribbean island setting. Servile mixed-breed beauties stocking the local bordello. A policy of applying lashes from a wicked whip, known as a dragonard, to any fool who interferes with the pleasures of the masters. Oh, what a paradise it seems! Until those darn slaves develop a notion to revolt and slit the throats of all who are guilty only of hoping to share with their inferiors the conveniences and cultivation of a superior civilization!