The Big Man Rises, The Big Man Falls

I am always stunned when I hear some amongst us root for the Strong-Man. The Big Monkey Man.  I guess it is built into some of us. Some of us love the Big Man. The Authority. The Bully. The Dictator. El Commandante. 

I do think it's an inheritance of our primate-past. Submissiveness to Dominance. Some of us want to follow. Want to be told what to do. Want to cheer on and support the Big Man. You can see this trait in it's most extreme case when the Big Man falls. Or dies. Tears for Stalin, Mao, Milosevic, The Fuhrer, etc.

I remember being a wee lad on the playground. There were the bullies, and those who cheered on the bullies. There were those who were bullied, and those who sympathized and tended to the bullied. This was the major line of demarcation between the kids. Which side were you on?

Some of us are always in opposition to the Strong One. Some of us have problem with Authority. In every case. 

So this kind of divergence in the human realm gets acted out over, and over and over again. The Big Monkey Man rises to prominence, he rules, he bullies, he skims the cream off the top. And then sometimes, he falls.

There are those who cheer the fall, and some who cry at the fall. Then the drama repeats itself all over again.