I, for one, am proud of being human.

We are of the dirt, but only we truly understand it.
We are of the earth, but only we shall transcend it.

I delight in machines, revel in ability.
I’m glad that I have neither claws nor beaks nor any such primitive limbful extremities and yet still dominate with voracious capability.
Capability and capacity.
With a capacity to change the very definition of evolution, to unnaturally select with intent and purpose.
This, I am proud of.
That even the weakest of our species is guaranteed a robust survival.
This, I am proud of.
That when even this sleeping sentinel green passes to red like mars or saffron like venus, our kind shall inherit the stars.
This, I am proud of.

So take your luddism and shove it.