I strongly believe that our feelings about leadership go back to Dad.
When was the first time you realized yours was fallible?
Probably around 1976, my Dad and I spent some time, once, feeding the birds on our back porch.
That is literally my only such memory. After that he traveled a lot. I got souvenirs from an extended trip to Korea. At home, rarely saw him except to argue this or that.
Decades later. My Dad and I are actually friends now. I have become very similar in fact. Work too much, obsessed with technology, jokesters, politically almost completely aligned.
I spent 25 years angry at my Dad before we got to this place. And now - I'm over it. I think I realized that I am human just like he is. And responsible to make my own life worthwhile - not to wait for him or anyone to take care of me.
Mostly when we are angry at our leaders for disappointing us - we are working through some anger at Dad.
Maybe when we forgive him without false justifications, we can evaluate our leaders' foibles more objectively. Appreciate the good we've inherited. And stop making mistakes we have the power to control ourselves.