Bill, why don't you change your mind again, stay in starbucks too long, and get arrested for trespassing?

Creatures of LA, let us work some POL SCI strategy in real-time.

Since you all like to "protest" until "The Cops" bust your head open and confiscate your laptop...

As with obtaining a permit to film a movie wherein the fictional bank is robbed (but we need a REAL bank), the e.t. is here and we must run for our lives in the REAL Times Square, when the proper fees are paid...

It would kind of be like a rock show...

With corporate sponsorship, of course.

So, to save that precious commodity--TIME--why not skip the anarchy crap, and in an orderly way close down whole cities for the Hughes rally? We can smash guitars, sell alcoholic beverages at a high rate of profit...

Add some T&A for the NASCAR dad, and...

...they would be obligated to count votes, should the other people get any.

Did I forget the big International Air Show, featuring new, big waste of money fighters & nasty, intrusive drones scaring the pee out of you at low altitude? Someday, they will believe my stories, like the time, in 1978, after ingesting a bit of a drug you all want legal--and now I don't--I watched one of the aircraft pictured above land right in front of me. In service since 1980, says the wiki. As Dr. Hood put it when I declined C.I.A. work, if the prototype was built in St. Louis, "That figures."

Naysayers and trash-talkers amid what daddy called the "Green Monster," did I leave out the part where the Sikorsky 92 plops into the middle of your sports venue with pony-tailed me on the left side of the flight deck smoking a Cuban cigar? The allegedly mentally ill, off his meds line upon egress would be, "I need one a different color." Marine saluting? Those people would be Hollywood actresses, the names of whom would escape me. You see, the entourage of too rich, too successful, too famous, and potentially politically connected could indeed walk safely through the deserted, Hughes is crazy Metropolis, asking questions like, "Why did you lose your job?" "Lost your house? Why?" "How long have you been on Food Stamps?" "What is the nature of your disability?" etc. etc. etc.
The alternative?
Some guy with an assault rifle shoots you all and divides-up your home. Refer to Dr. Zhivago for details.