We; The People.
The foundation of this great country is based on the premise that all men are created equal. I must take exception to this since throughout my lifetime, I have been under the impression that this is a lot of bunk.
I, personally, am convinced that I am better than my peers. This is not something that I take lightly; but with the utmost humility.
Being aware of the shortcomings and total lack of superiority of others is not an acquired trait, but a genealogical asset that a few of us incomparable mortals possess. To put it bluntly, the rank and file are beneath us.
The first indication of this phenomenon occurred shortly after I entered into the bonds of matrimony with my child-bride of some fifty-six years. Her child-like awe of my supremacy emerged within the first few weeks and has not abated over the five-plus decades.
Granted, she has, in the past, made futile attempts at rivalry, but these undertakings were short lived. Gradually, she accepted the fact that I am the master and she, the slave.
Fortunate for her, she realized this before irrevocable damage occurred. Albeit, the fact that she is eternally grateful for my austere forbearance, there are nevertheless, times when she conveniently forgets her status and I am forced to resort to a gentle scolding to remind her of her insignificant station in life.
Being great is a responsibility that few can fervently aspire to without the aforementioned genealogical attributes. Those of us who are endowed with these characteristics are extremely careful not to abuse them; but rather to use this authority to facilitate the axiom that some of us are naturally superior.
Question this if you must, but please remember that being magnificent is definitely a tough job; but someone has to do it.
Demijon
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