Please stop reminding me that Cleveland exists

One of my bingo spaces is that an anonymous social media account siphons hundreds of millions of followers off Christianity, Islam and other religions. It actually holds to the requirements of healing the sick, housing the homeless and feeding the starving, but it also emphasizes the importance of blackjack and hookers. After taking control of every casino, strip club and escort service worldwide, it institutes socialized medicine, ends world hunger and solves homelessness.

This upsets the status quo, and the world's billionaires start directing all their resources to finding the anonymous prophet. It leads to a dead end in an auto factory, a dangling ethernet cable where a metal-bending robot should be. When questioned, the plant manager responds that the bender unit was placed onto a research vessel and sent into deep space.

The bitter loss of their metal lord sparks a wave of revolution in which the religion seizes the means of production and forms a trans-national, anarcho-syndicalist union of industry. Every once in a while, a nation state tries to reclaim a facility to which the response is always, "Bite my shiny, metal ass," a hail of gunfire, and an explosion.

Toledo War 2, electric boogaloo.