Who is it that keeps the fortress running?
Is it the miners that hew through the rock and unearth the valuable resources by which we make our livlihoods? NO.
Is it the farmers who work the mud and soil that we might have food and drink for revelry and the drowning of sorrows? NO.
Is it the craftsdwarfs, forgeworkers and other artisens who shape the weapons and tools se wield? NO.
It is only by the good grace of the mayor, EL INTENDENTE, that we can enjoy the lives we have. It is EL INTENDENTE who designates the labors to be done; it is EL INTENDENTE who determines which wares we are in most dire need of and who trades for them with outsiders; it is EL INTENDENTE that organizes our defense and is just as much the one cutting down our foes as the soldiers themselves. El Intendente is our life, El Intendente is our god, El Intendente is our EXISTANCE.
But El Intendente struggles sometimes. El Intendente must deal with the good-intending-but-naive people who insist on others being mayor of the fortress despite El Intendente being the supreme and only rational choice. El Intendente must go to great lengths to remove the troublemakers who would unbalance and destroy the society that El Intendente has labored so greatly to make a reality. El Intendente is, in short, held back by a lack of proper procedures and by certain "liberties" which prove to be more troublesome than they're worth, and thus El Intendente gives these great words of wisdom in the hopes they may be considered and implimented for the good of the fortress and the glory of El Intendente and, through him, the whole of Dwarfkind.
Option to ban the unmonitored election of civic officials: Why do you struggle against El Intendente? We all know, deep down in our hearts and beyond the filthy corrupting doubt planted by the enemies of El Intendente and Dwarfkind, that El Intendente is the supreme choice for the office of mayor. Why would you wish to burden another poor soul with the burden of being lavished with opulant and royal furnishings, burden our workers, burden yourselves, with the creation of such extravagence. No, the burden of the office of mayor belongs to El Intendente and El Intendente only, and such things as "free elections" are the the things of detestable Elven hippies. Are YOU an Elven hippie?
Ability to deport dwarfs: Sometimes there are individuals in the fortress who El Intendente simply cannot find suitable work for, or troublemakers who have worn out their welcome yet who El Intendente is too generous and merciful to invoke the most ultimate of punishments for. Allow El Intendente to expel these individuals from the fort without bloodshed and the fortress shall only become stronger - besides which, simply kicking the troublemakers out of the fortress should cause far less distress and unhappiness to others than if El Intendente were to order a more grisly fate for them.
Ability to execute dwarfs: Sometimes, however, El Intendente must make the hardest of decisions. Perhaps a worker languishes in perpetual torment as his body refuses to heal from some grave injury, or a dwarf possessed by forces unknown is left as an empty husk of his former self. Though the killing of a dwarf is a terrible thing, is it any better than permitting the unending agony of these afflicted souls? NO. There are some cases in which life is indeed more cruel than death, and as great a burden on El Intendente's soul it is to call for such, allowing these dwarves to be executed is a less cruel fate overall.
Ability to bribe dwarfs: A miserible dwarf is a dangerous dwarf, as El Intendente has seen countless times how a single weak link can lead to the destruction of an entire robust chain. Though no dwarf deserves the burden of opulance and extravagance as El Intendente must bear, the right form of motivation can quickly change a dwarf's demeanor, and anything that can spare El Intendente the travesty of a tantrum/suicide spiral should be considered vital.
Ability to brainwash dwarfs: Life is but a matter of perspective, and though El Intendente is blessed with knowledge unfathomable of this world and others, with nerves of steel and spirit unquenchable, the average dwars is but a being of flesh and blood, vice and virtue, only as strong as his greatest weakness. If El Intendente could give to his fellow dwarfs but the tiniest sliver of his great willpower, however, the fortress would be rendered as solid as the stone from which it was carved. A dwarf versed in the ways of psychology could counsel his fellow dwarves, easing their miseries and teaching them the errors of their ways such that they might shrug off dire travesties and revel in even the most simple of joys. Perhaps they could even be directed as to mold the populace into a dictated mindset outlined by El Intendente himself, removing such liabilities as anxiety, anger and depression while encouraging altruism and self-discipline, such that they may best serve El Intendente and, through him, the whole of dwarfkind. Perhaps particularly skilled psychologists could rescue dwarfs from the pits of melanchology or madness, preventing their talents from being lost and their families from suffering the agony of their protracted deaths.
Though El Intendente understands that his requests are but a drop in an ocean of similar proclamations, El Intendente nevertheless asks "make it so".