This is what you get. This is the whole product. Put a worm-brained sook in charge of public health and a chainsaw-swinging man-child in charge of the institutions that keep the lights on, and a year later the country is tweezing maggots out of its livestock and bacteria out of its kids and wondering, baffled, why a steak costs a fortune. The witch-burners did their burning. The bonfire felt fantastic. The crowd went off. And now the smoke’s cleared and everyone’s standing around in the dark, hungry, broke, and covered in their own filth, going “hang on, who lit that?”