Bill's cult began as nothing more than a lark and a way to make a fast buck but now he was facing a coup, death threats, and an IRS audit. 

 We all knew they'd have to drag him out by his feet—and had looked forward to that day—because he was just that kind of a guy. 

Time stretched towards infinity and the nation waited with bated breath as the final ballots were counted. 

Watching the news she wondered if blood would boil and froth, run in the streets, or calm continue to prevail.  

They went to sleep that night wondering if they'd be waking to riots or worse. 

Where had the better angels of our nature flown off to when we needed them most? 

Their silver tongues unleashed chaos into the streets.