Both the title and the knob-gobbling OP reflect a frank confession and articulates the whole problem: obsequious hero-worship of a manipulative Daddy figure by authoritarian-passive sycophants
---- which is usually followed, when the minion dares to speak, by "Yes Master, may I have another?"
These are the emanations of the shallow end of the gene puddle whose goal in life is to be led by the nose and never question where or why they're being so led..
As for Trompe*, perhaps he should use the occasion to start acting like he's 71 instead of seven-point-one and grow the fuck up already.
*this pun will fly blithely over the OP's pointed head since it requires at least a smattering of French verbs, well beyond the scope of a creature who begins every grunt-noise with "Yo".