. . . when you can just go on being a selfish monster-prick dominating all the weakling liberal bleeding hearts-grinding their faces beneath your boothill while you cackle mightily celebrating your supremacy.
Proceed in this fashion until another selfish monster-prick sneaks up behind you and smashes you in the head with a crowbar, thereby replacing you as Supreme Being Number First.
Once this happens, calmly accept your fate and get on with the business of grovelling before your new master, secure in the knowledge that this is a perfectly logical and desirable outcome of your chosen life philosophy of Selfish Monster-Prick-ism.
Maybe write a tell-all memoir/life coaching book about your experiences?
It could be the foundation of a lifestyle brand, y’know!
Learn all the peoples of Earth how they, too, can come to accept a life built upon paranoia, resentment, violence, and hyper-competitiveness!
You’ve got moves to make, my friend, even as you bleed and curse and grovel.
