Get a Haircut and Get a Job

On the news tonight there was a report about some bunch of protesters getting all upset because the police moved them on.  It seems to be happening a lot at the moment, something about a new tunnel.  Anyway, what annoys me most about these bludgers, apart from their dirty hair, is the indignant way they respond to a perfectly acceptable use of force. 

In May 1968, when student protests in Paris sparked a wave of civil unrest across France, the celebrated author Miss Nancy Mitford kept a diary of the revolution that nearly was.  She was particularly scathing about the protesters:

There was a great deal of wailing about their treatment by the police.  I despise them for it.  They were out for a rough-up and they got it.  Nobody was killed and now they are behaving like babies who have been slapped.  It’s not very dignified.

These wise words describe my feelings perfectly: I despise them for it.