My name is Macbeth and I am, with no doubt, the most powerful of them all. Doubting this fact will not make you assertive or witty, but will make you a fool. It will make you nothing but an ignoramus and oblivious fool. I’m untouchable and unflinching. If you wish, like some already do, you could call me immortal. I use immortality to refer to the fact that no man will every have power over me. The only time this will ever occur is if a man chooses to take my life. Then, it would be the last thing to happen to me, making it utterly irrelevant. Appreciate this fact and you may rise from your unenlightened outlook of life and your pathetic lives. I shall neither relinquish my power for fear, doubt nor death. Anyone, should they be a child, a soldier, a doctor or a woman, who disobeys and disregards me shall be severely and mercilessly chastised. Mercy is for the weak, and to win this war in this cluttered world, all vulnerabilities should be eliminated. Those include love, sympathy and compassion. The only way to survive is to be more selfish than everyone else. Do not get me wrong, I do not doubt my capability to endure. I am merely warning you of the pit you’ll end in, should you show clemency.
At my disposal are the men that are enlightened enough to comprehend the extension of my supremacy and the benefits it encompasses. Should the amount of individuals working for me be beyond your understanding, maybe my wealth and conspicuous dominance will put you back in your place. My avarice for power is a moot point as I have neither reason nor desire to share my authority.
When I give you a task, should it be intricate or effortless, perform it with exigent excellence. I do not like to be contradicted and you do not want to contradict me. Respect your superiors, showing the requisite reverence, and maybe you’ll rise from your contemptible wholes.
The gap between my authority and that of my servants is remarkable. I fulfill my thirst with 200