Two kids are on a ten hour car ride. Brother number 1 is young enough and has short enough legs that he still enjoys long car rides. We'll call him "Carter." Brother number 2 is a little older and no longer content watching passing cars or scenery, and his books or his game boy are no longer interesting. We'll call him "Bill." Well now that Bill is a older and taller, his legs don't stretch out as comfortably in the back seat as the younger shorter Carter. And Bill is jealous.

Bill is jealous of Carter's shorter legs and roomier ride. He is jealous that Carter is not bored, he is jealous that Carter enjoys reading his books, he is jealous that Carter doesn't seem to mind the long trip. But more than being jealous, Bill is upset that Carter doesn't chime in with him when he asks mom and dad "Are we there yet?"

And Bill, unable to sit still or express himself properly, in this jealous state and envious of the calm of his brother, well he takes to disturbing Carter's peace by nudging and pinching him, trying all sorts of other little maneuvers to cause him pain and annoyance, because Bill is unhappy, Bill is bored, and Bill wants attention. A kick of the foot here, a pinch of the elbow there, whatever he can do to upset Carter. Because Bill doesn't know what to do with himself, and not having a solution to his own troubles, Bill would rather cause trouble to others, to see those around him be annoyed and as miserable as he is, because if he can't enjoy the ride, why should Carter?

And while Carter is the younger brother, he isn't intimidated. Just annoyed. He just wants to be left alone to read, to go about his business getting through the trip. Only Bill won't let him. At first Carter just ignores it, but that just makes Bill even more active. And then Carter just gives Bill a couple angry glares. But Bill keeps on. Carter tries to go back to reading, simply brushing Bill's hands and feet away when he makes contact. But there is no relief, Bill's attacks intensify. Carter doesn't want to be a tattle tale, but eventually he is overwhelmed, and it comes out. "Stop it!" he yelps.

"What's going on back there?" mom inquires.

"Nothing." the two boys sheepishly respond in unison.

And the boys sit silently for a minute, until Bill starts poking Carter again. And again, and again. And Carter gets fed up, "Stop TOUCHING me!" he shouts.

"Bill, stop touching your brother." Mom says.

"Okay" Bill says, lowering his head.

And Bill waits for mom to turn around and get distracted by the radio, and then he begins waving his hands right in front of Carter's face, preventing him from reading, and keeping the hands hovering all around Carter's body an inch or two away from making contact. Bill leans in an whispers, "I'm not touching you, I'm not touching you, I'm not touching you." Carter smacks Bill's hands away. Bill keeps at it. Carter smacks the hands away again, and Bill comes back. Well eventually Carter's had enough, and he waits for Bill to lean in one more time, and then Carter takes the spine of his book and swings it as hard as he can at Bill's face. WHACK. Tears well up in Bills eyes and he starts crying, "MOM, CARTER HIT ME!"

That ladies and gentlemen, is the story here with these Berkley Protestors. They are just a bunch of Bills.

They were given ample opportunities to remove themselves from where they were. There are hundreds of other places on campus they could have had their protest, but that wasn't good enough, and it wasn't good enough because in those other places no one paid attention to them. So they had to go find a place where they were in everyone's way, where they had to be noticed. Where they had to be paid attention to. And they were paid attention. Nice, calm, respectful attention. And they were asked to leave. Once, twice, a third time. But they wouldn't. And they wouldn't move because they knew what they were doing. They WANTED to force the issue. They WANTED to push the administration and local law enforcement into making a move, because that was the only way to get people to take notice and feel sympathetic. They were asked to leave. They didn't. They were told to leave. They didn't. They were told to leave or they would be sprayed. They stayed, and they were sprayed. And then they go and whine about like a a little kid who eventually got smacked by his little brother who was tired of taking his bullshit. Just like a Bill.

And that's all these pussies are, just a bunch of bored, miserable, attention starved Bills.

So to the OP and all you other whiny losers out there defending these Bills: grow up and get a fukking job. We ain't there yet, but all your kicking and squirming in the backseat isn't helping us get there any faster.