I am Andrew Ryan, and I'm here to ask you a question: "Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?"
"No," says the man in Washington, "It belongs to the poor!"
"No," says the man in the Vatican, "It belongs to God!"
"No," says the man in Moscow, "It belongs to everyone!"
I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different... I chose the impossible... I chose...
Your Mother!
A woman the artist would not fear the censor, who the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, who the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, your mother can be yours too!
"A man chooses. A slave obeys."
