Some lyrics from The Clash are most apropos:
When they kick at your front door how ya gonna come,
with your hands on your head or on the trigger of your gun?
When the law break in how ya gonna go, shot down on the pavement or waiting in death row?
(From “Guns of Brixton” written and sung by Paul Simonon)
I wonder if they would ever allow a Pink Floyd re-union to fly a big pink pig over the crowd like they used to do.