I trust a decision far more when it's forged in the heat of real dialogue—where disagreement isn’t treated as insubordination and questions aren’t met with the intellectual equivalent of a tranquilizer dart. There’s something deeply suspect about decisions handed down from on high, cloaked in dogma, and enforced with the subtle menace of “discussion closed.” That’s not reasoned leadership; that’s authoritarian cosplay. If a decision can’t survive being questioned, it was never robust to begin with. And if I’m told to shut up and comply, don’t expect me to believe—only to obey. And that, frankly, is the surest way to breed quiet contempt.