I can see the carnage now. Bloodstained Seattle Sombreros and torn off zipoff pant legs (khaki or tan) litter the roadway. A corpse lies in the ditch, flies clustering on the bushel of bamboo wands stuffed down its throat. Over at the paddy wagon "The Tool" is reading rights to a battered survivor who is still clutching the dented hexes with which he fought off the final charge.
You think he'd be the leader if there wasn't a government controlled economy? which is really a party-controlled economy b/c the party is the government.