Have cravat, will wage WAR!

A man in a cravat will always go forward. Others, the cravatless, will never be so sure. Mayhem. Chaos. Pandemonium. These mean little to the confirmed cravat wearer. The man who wears the cravat, (perhaps defined as a cravatateur?) understands control and how to mould order from random lunacy. As our hero implores "...D'YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" to his cravatless quivering charge, the truth is self evident. No cravat, no thinking. No thought, no control.