Anybody analyze my philosophy?

Your philosophy is semi-Nietzschean; a step further: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maslow's_hierarchy_of_needs

In another perspective: your philosophy has a higher agonism than Nietzsche's, which in turn is more agonistic than Maslow's.

The question: which does and will work best for you?

Related: "Man, Master of His Destiny," "The Answer You're Looking for Is inside You," "Standing in Your Own Way," "The Road Less Traveled."

No. The tape worm 🐛 is the Apex predator because whether it eats the lion 🦁 or the ram 🐑 It doesn't even know the difference let alone feel guilty. Animals have recessive traits because being a freak is the ultimate survivors tool. Being a big alpha male ape is a set-up for extinction.

And yes we are talking about Herr Trump.

It is internally inconsistent and factually false. Tapeworms feel no guilt, Social Darwinism is based on a fundamental lack of understanding of the relevant biological concepts. Every man for himself directly contradicts the idea that crime is a meaningful concept.

This collection of bumper-sticker sayings is not a philosophy of any worth. It is trite, incomplete, and not altogether factual.

Learn and practice critical thinking skills. Some people start here: http://philosophy.hku.hk/think/critical/ct.php

Neither the lion nor the worm feel remorse or guilt.

Lo! ’t is a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.

Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly—
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Wo!

That motley drama—oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.

But see, amid the mimic rout,
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!—it writhes!—with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.

Out—out are the lights—out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, “Man,”
And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.

- Edgar Allen Poe

Quite the literal opposite of mine.