PART X: THE HAIRY MAN FALLS
In the last segment, our intrepid dictator was at last on the top of the heap, wallowing in victory, reveling in praise, and drunk with glory. But as any victorious politician quickly discovers, the champagne runs dry, the balloons deflate, the bunting comes down, and the hard, ugly work of governing must begin. This was harder and uglier for Caesar than for your average head-of-state. The Senate had declared him dictator in perpetuum, or dictator-for-life, effectively giving him one-man rule. However, his position remained tenuous, as it depended on the compliance of the existing system. Caesar wanted to uproot this system, firmly cementing his power to become nothing less than an absolute monarch. The way to this goal was through the Roman people and the legions, with whom he was tremendously popular. The mob was his base of support, the legions a cudgel against his enemies, and as long as he had their backing, the Senate could do nothing against him.
Twenty-three stab wounds later, Caesar lay dead at the feet of a statue of Pompey, symbolically defeated by his enemy (and don't think this wasn't intentional on the part of the Liberators). Having righted one wrong with another, Brutus and his fellow Underpants Gnomes lay back on their giant pile of skivvies and waited for the profits to roll in. Or, if you aren't familiar with this South Park reference, they reclined upon their laurels and waited for democracy to re-assert itself.