it wasn’t love, not exactly, but adoration. It was the first time he saw it clearly, that he could win. And if he couldn’t win the normal way, he could force victory. They would do that for him, could do it, and ultimately did do it. They killed Nora Hunt to grant him the presidency. He knew those people would follow him into Hell without blinking twice. He could get them to shoot their kids in the head and jump into a fucking volcano, all in the name of Ed Creel, Jesus Christ, and the superior white race.
