You cannot believe it! Your God-hero, Gerald Ellon is running for President of the United States of the U S A! Now we can finally have a two-tier society. The truly greedy and the truly needy! You are going to rise up high in this brave, noble new wave of great. You attend his rallies and give him the Nazi salute with the fevered crowd. You join the mob and attack like a trained dog when some asshole protestor tries to take away the great Ellon's free speech by trying to shout something negative during his speeches. You are so proud to see yourself on TV kicking an annoying sympathy demanding wheelchair geek in the face after the good people de-chair him. You use a still frame of it as your avatar on Wastebook. At one rally you see your neighbor across the street is one of the fucking protesters! You charge howling like a Viking into the fray! But this guy, you only know by sight and casual nod has packed explosives around his waist under his jacket. His plan was to get as close to Ellon as he could and set it off. But you roar and tackle him and the pack detonates. You and the Man are ripped apart. Ellon gets some of your gristle in his eye and he has to be rushed to the hospital. But he comes out fine, endless press and the eye patch is off Gerald Ellon goes on to win the election, you, however, are dead dead dead.