I'm pretty awesome. I have cathedrals sculpted under the, granted rough, geographic designs of my genitals. Now, they're not nearly as pointy, nor with that much stained glass (though there is some), but, they're a pretty close approximation.
In addition, I've been known to cage fight drunken oxen, while blindfolded, after taking unrecommended doses of Nyquil - just to give them a competitive advantage.
On top of this, Grammy-award winning artists have sung songs of high-praise towards me. Look no further than the prophetic, and inspiring words of Beyonce, when she took home the heralded prize in 2010, claiming "Whoah oh ohhh, whoah oh ohh, ohh, ohh." from her hit single "All My Single Ladies," Obviously, in reference to the standard guffaw a person makes in my presence, in awe of my supreme...superiority?
That good enough?