No problem. These childish collective fantasies are fun, aren’t they? Yup, they’re fun right up until a bullet tips through your chest when you’re trying to climb through the smashed out window of the barricaded doors to the Speaker’s Lobby or the FBI is kicking down your door two years later. It’s fun in your head when your enemies are incompetent boobs and everything goes your way. In reality you get arrested and/or injured/killed and the buildings get built anyway.