Lemme see if I get this right...

The Ship of State has struck an iceberg, the engines have malfunctioned and exploded, fuel has leaked out over the water and ignited creating a sea of fire, the First Officer is in hiding having left behind naught but an epistle demanding new tax cuts...Halliburton sold us the lifeboats with are either rotted or full of termites, the wretches in steerage have seized machetes and bread knives vowing jihad...unwary crew members are being jacked up in the passages....the first class passengers have suffered a collective nervous breakdown and are offering blood sacrifice to "Poseidon Lord of the Deep"....the purser has raised the price of cigarettes and boozes to astronomical levels...and the ship's doctor (another Halliburton alum) is systematically desecrating the mounting pile of corpses for gold filling and the like.
Plus the stokers all wanna get married-now and damn the laws of man and god!
Oh and according to the meteorologists at the Congressional Budget Office, there is a hurricane coming down on us at top speed...
But don't worry, according to Jeff Jacoby the Captain's MBA trumps all.

If we don't dare change horse in mid stream (to mix all metaphors beyond hope of recovery) whaddaya supposed to do when the damn horse drowns and you are being tossed down the river like a cork?