The burden of command weighs heavy, to be sure. Men, by their nature, are an unruly lot. A mob. Without the light of leadership they invariably descend into the darkness of anarchy, ignorance, and unlubricated homosexual intercourse.
Consider your disappointment if you were to attend a symphony without a conductor. The bassoons don't know when to begin. The clarinets trill out of sheer spite. The violins have just robbed a man at gunpoint and the brass section has taken to relieving itself in the timpani.
Leadership, gentlemen. Remember Pericles. Caesar Augustus. Montefeltro. Washington. Avidan. Big toes on the foot of humanity. Licenced drivers of the bus of progress, making all the stops. Boardwalk. Park Place. Ventnor Avenue. Marvin Gardens.
Have faith in your Captain. These public floggings wound his generous spirit, as evidenced by these ripples in his normally flaccid nature. His wisdom, His benevolence, His clemency. These are the attributes of our beloved leader. Soon the velvet glove shall once again replace the iron gauntlet on his beefy yet exquisitely formed hand and these impish rogues, regretful of their misdeeds and thankful for the lessons of their leader, shall reunite with their fellows under the enlightened governance of our loving father.