These people aren’t exactly planning to tiptoe gently into the abyss. Would you? Hell no. They’ll scream, they’ll riot, they’ll set the world on fire with pitchforks in hand and gasoline in their veins. Chaos will reign. Oh, and when this president finally packs up and leaves? They’ll be lying in wait, ready to pounce like starving jackals.

And who’s footing the bill for this circus of doom? No one—because the money was imaginary, a fairy tale from the start. Good luck squeezing it out of bureaucrats, though. That’ll go over as smoothly as throwing a lit match into a fireworks factory.