I don’t know why, but for some reason I’m imagining every angry old curmudgeon around, with bad bunions and hemorrhoids, surrounding this encampment, megaphones in hand, to b*tch at the anarchists until they (the curmudgeons) either feel better, or until the anarchists flee.
Yeah, but then you have a self-reinforcing army of old curmudgeons that you’d have to get rid of...