"Look at all those puny people
How they are inferior to us
Slower to think
Slower to react
Slower to move
What are they to us?
They are nothing.

They are ugly
They can be humiliated
They are unfit
They can be disgraced
They are insecure
They can be dishonored
They are not us
They can be thrown like an old rag

We are stronger
We will rule them
We are beautiful
We will dominate them
We are witty
We will govern them
We are smart
We will control them

The world is ours to use and throw
We owe nothing
Some I will use
Some I will keep
And some... I have no use for them. They are dirt".

So thinks the feeble-minded fool to himself, loving himself
so much, that no one else does.