I had a dream... A dream where black people and white people, and all the other ethnic groups of the world live and work together in my slave army, mining uranium for my tanks.
And now I've achieved that aim. But as I watch them labour from my airship, I feel the familiar clenching grip of self-doubt crushing my innards. Sometimes, as i survey my Empire, i worry that I've gone wrong somewhere; that I've not grown into a man my mother could be proud of.
But this is no time for doubt, this is a time for Action!
And so, once more, i deploy the tanks. But still, is this what my parents wanted for me in life?
I guess I'll never know.