I offer the world this:

I refuse to be ashamed for my actions.

I will not feel sorry for my achievements. My accomplishments will not serve only to feed their fires of hatred. My hubris may yet be pride, but I will not regret it. We are not all equal and I will not tolerate others' attempts to convince me so. My determination is not a sin. My intelligence is not a sin. My physique is not a sin. My attitude is not a sin. My beliefs are not sins.

Hear me now, World, and hear me well. The mighty are not trees to be felled. The successful are not balloons to be tugged back to Earth by strings of mediocrity. The deft are not to be ostracized for their skills.

Indeed, it is the daft that should be spurned, not embraced. Progress is not a disease. Growth is not malignant. Change is not evil. We would not be where we are if not for progress, growth and change. Stagnation is to be avoided and it is the duty of every man and woman to live by this. Our comfort in the mundane should not soothe our fears, but should instead serve as terrifying warnings. We should remain ever vigilant.

Do not give me your weak, your tired or your hungry. Do not give me your meek, your cowards or your bitter, broken souls. If their fires are naught but feeble embers, deliver them not unto my hands. I do not want them. They are nothing to me. They are already dead to me.

Give me your proud, your professionals and your experts. Give me your radicals and your artisans. Give me your thinkers. Give me your doers. I require them both. Give me every self-sufficient, self-centered, self-indulgent bastard you can find. Give them to me and I will give them a cause.

Not a cause of social equity. Not a cause of human nurturing. Not a cause of mercy or pity. With these beating hearts, quivering flesh and flickering neurons, I will tear this world apart. We shall tear down the walls upon which the words of humanity's demise are written. We will cut free the cancer of our future and burn it and from the ashes, we shall produce the glittering vision of tomorrow.

Keep your weak, your tired and your hungry. Keep your bitter cowards and sniveling philanthropists. They will not save you. They cannot.

This is my declaration to the World: When the meek inherit the Earth, they will inherit nothing more than the ruins of our potential. I refuse to let that happen.

And for that, I am not ashamed any more.

/signed
JP

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