"Despondency and alcohol snuck in like a silent, waterless wave. The President was a dimwitted, evil man with a rare ability to enchant and rally intellectually empty, latently vindictive citizens to his various unprincipled and deceptive schemes. Most predicated on his misunderstanding of a concept or a perceived slight or wrong done him.
He was a prolific liar and buffoon which made his proclamations a ripe orchard of low hanging fruit, ready to be picked and thrown back at him by commentators, comedians, and the press. He lived in an inarticulate fury.
The country teetered on the unbelievable possibility of the man becoming a dictator. The country could not rouse itself from its stupor, put down the bottle, and quit buying electronics, Ecuadorean chocolate with gold leaf, and watching pay for view long enough to create an opposition to the man. In their defense, it was completely disorienting to drive down roads, go to a concert hall or an airport, buy a Bible, purchase a condom, or ketchup, all with the idiot's name and or picture on them. Well, no, not really a good defense.
Then, as if from heaven or one of those great old movies with a marvelous hero, Ben Strong, a former campus minister, yoga instructor, and carpenter turned community organizer stepped forward and grabbed the torch no one else had managed to light and...." From "Waiting For Ben Strong" By Franklin Cincinnatus
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