And a general chaos will not ensue, despite the emotionally wrecked. The chaos will only exist in their heads, unthinking for so long, dormant and closed. Eyes and ears didn't matter, it was intended to look different, to sound different, to be different, but is wasn't. Even the aftermath illusions of being done wrong won't matter, it'll be hopeless. The condition is known as Cleaned Brain Confusion, it is treatable with rest, inversion therapy, and a lollipop.
Bullhorns on election day, inaudible screaming about class or no class or low class. They are all different, and class is a deliberate act, it's not a human trait. Classy is best, of course. No class, otherwise known as classless is actually tolerable, the absence of class ain't so bad, especially if we attain some class over a lifetime. Low class is the gutter dwellers, actively seeking to be lowdown, dirty, and mean.
The low class will eventually blame each other, lowdown, dirty, and mean. Shoulda will appear with hindsight 20/20 vision, coulda will regret this or that, woulda will continue to ask for money. There will be little reflection, little learning, and lots more shaming. The classy will ignore them, because they always ignore the low class. We in the Gonzo class will remain neutral, always calling it like we see it, running to the action, punctuating and closing strong.