Loyalty, Reverend Andrew Rohman, loyalty. The “L” word. I like to imagine you are a loyal sort of person, my dear sir, who has loved others (not with sincerity, of course, as we have established the unicornity of such behavior), and who has, with patient fealty, shouldered the indignities of his cohorts in exchange for their friendship. 

FOOL!

Loyalty is a disease! A DEFECT! It is Nature’s way to evolution that the loyal and faithful are stamped out for their obsequiousness—Julius Caesar by fierce stabbing and Emperor Palpatine by vertigo! Not convinced? Let us enumerate the many strains of affliction: loyalty to an idea, loyalty to family, loyalty to the State, and loyalty to a woman. Oh what is a man who nurtures for himself a faithfulness to these ideals, building ever upward out of the plaster of brotherhood a pedestal of goodwill? DEAD. Case in point: The Tragedy of Macbeth.

LADY MACBETH
Glamis thou art, and Cawdor, and shalt be
What thou art promis’d. Yet do I fear thy nature,
It is too full o’ th’ milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way.