Was thinking about scapegoats the other day. Had this dream that reminded me of this short story i read in high school. I think it was called 'the lottery' (again, instead of googling it for 2 seconds i think i'll just assume).
Once a year, residents in this small town showed up at the town square in their Sunday's best. I think they put their names in a hat. I'm not sure if the winner was the last person chosen, or the first one drawn out a box.
Anyway, what the reader doesn't find out until later is that the "winner" is actually exiled from the town, as a form of population control. Or killed. Don't remember, and again, google, 2 seconds...
Pretty sad and changes the perception of winning the lottery from that elderly man at the lotto stand with the scratch and wins, to a more Clockwork Orange type of deterrent.