While the range of motion in the lever encapsulates the great ebb and flow of our Circadian Rhythms, its mechanical song a dedication to the proletariat spirit, a mighty phallus swinging as the electromagetic poles shift to signal a new aeon, nothing can compare to the frictionless immediacy and punctual sex appeal of a big red button. If I were Dr. Frankenstein, I could delegate a lever pull to a subordinate and still enjoy myself, but if I were a USian president, I would slam my fist on the ALL NUKES LAUNCH button before I even read the label.