In the last five hundred daze of the last 'Democratically Elected Administration,' the Leader of the Most Powerful Nation on Earth quietly stepped down, paving the way for a Man-Made Armageddon that made Revelations look like a Less Horrible Option...

It was a Tuesday in September when the casually dressed President declared from his Southern Ranch that he really didn't want to go to work anymore. He had six reasons for staying put, six excuses for his horrible performance as the Country's Chief Executive, and six pardons to dole out before he officially quit and told everyone to go away and leave him alone...

There was a universal 'oh shit' shared across the planet:

first by the acedemics who immediately realized the consequences of the president's resignation, and the threat it was to their posh livelihoods

then by the business people who realized that the game was on and that they gotta choke up and hit this opportunity out of the ballpark

then by the workers who immediately scattered their unions and changed their names

eventually, within the hour, the whole world was muttering and crying, wishing they had never helped as much as they did to humanity's decline

and now they had no choice. there was a New Leader who had the laws, who had the guns, who had the plans

all basic rights were suspended at the inaugural address

the bombs started dropping on or 'Enemies' immediately

everyone was asked to neatly dispose of their reamaing assets in the supplied containers

as the New Leader sat and grinned...