Victorious in their media-backed, fear-fueled rampage of hysteria that brought an angry mass of the disenfranchised back into power, the new dynasty parties late past good taste. The contented mass of city-dwellers shocks to the realization their unimpressive candidate cannot retain the moral high ground, as they now truly understand that people care not for the good of the many, but only for the narcissistic needs of one: the self.
The greater the charisma, the greater the evil. The devil frequently woos with words the desperate yearn to hear, and in return grants their mutually assured destruction. Good men, having done nothing, must now learn to play the violin while match factories go into extra production.