My older brother told me the following story years ago and insisted at the time it was true; though I'd love to use it I think it strains credibility a little too much:
At one point during my brother's college career he shared an apartment with a guy whose not-so-secret dream was to make himself a benign dictator of Haiti and drag the impoverished country kicking and screaming into the (then) late 20th century. Kind of an unusual ambition for a middle-class American white guy. For him, though, it was more than a dream; it was a goal toward which he was actively working. Somehow he'd managed to convince a lot of other people this was a great idea, and he was constantly getting cash donations from all over the country. He was also stockpiling weapons in his apartment against the day of the Big Coup. I think there was more to the story that I don't remember; however, the upshot was that someone found out about the weapons and turned him in to the police. My brother said the guy was sobbing as they took him away, seeing his beautiful dream evaporate before his eyes.
Now, my brother is a very good storyteller and made this utterly convincing at the time, but now that I think about it, there are some things that just don't add up, such as why he failed to be, at least, questioned by the police, and at most, arrested as an accessory. And while I'd love to incorporate it into a story, I think it's just a little too bizarre to be believable, even in a fictional setting.