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Xi Jinping

You rose to power not by accident, but through lineage, silence, and strategic brilliance. A princeling who studied shadows, You climbed the mountain of the Party with measured breath, one careful step at a time. Now, all roads lead to Beijing. The weight of the world rests on your shoulders. You are the firstborn of this new age— and with that birthright comes great responsibility. Be like the mother’s womb— inclusive, not exclusive. Nourishing, not devouring. The leader who unites, not divides. Do not imitate America, whose empire stumbles from arrogance and noise. The wise do not shout—they build. The world does not need another empire. It needs a center. You are that center now. Not through fear, but through grace. Lead with humility, or history will remind you that power without wisdom crumbles like sand in a storm.

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