Benji wondered what life would’ve been like without White Mask, but with this man as the nation’s president. How fast would a brutal, fascist regime have risen? Would the checks and balances have held against them? He betted now that they wouldn’t have. In four years, you give a man like this the helm, he’d crash you into the rocks because it pleased him, and because he’d find a way to make money from the wreckage. Even if the nation survived in some way, this man’s presidency would’ve been a mortal wound.
