No problem. These childish collective fantasies are fun, aren’t they? Yup, they’re fun right up until a bullet rips 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 three 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.

EDIT: 3 years later. Remeber right afterwards when they said that the FBI would lose interest and that there was no way they would arrest and try everyone. It seems to quaint, now.

EDIT 2: I went looking for a name for the childish collective fantasies but couldn’t find one. The best I could come up with is a naïve collective fantasy that grew in an epistemic bubble inside an echo bunker. No one bothered to ask “What then?” or, “What will the consequences be if things go wrong and we are caught and held accountable for our actions?” Ashli Babbit and the neo-fascist red hats never considered the, “What ifs” right up until the moment the bullet ripped through her chest. At that point they realized, “Holy fuck, they’re shooting at us.” Everyone else watching on TV expected that to happen on a slaughterous scale much earlier yet they were surprised that it happened to one of them. Someone was not using their critical thinking skills.