How does it feel to know that my ancestors were carving palaces and temples when your ancestors didn't even know what a circle was?
How do you cope with the fact that your ancestors were basically simians in the bodies of humans at the same time when mine were leaders and engineers of the civilized world?
Had my ancestors never existed, you would still be living in the same old, rotten shacks while eating raw meat and insects to fill your ever-consuming, dirty stomachs. You owe me your gratitude. However, I simply do NOT accept expressions of gratitude from monkey-like, inferior beings.
Just be thankful that I exist and remain silent in my presence.
