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They stayed together near the front and shouted at the top of their lungs at every stoplight.

the pro-billionaire protesters were rarely able to drown them out.

The counter-protesters had fury and righteousness on their side, they were here to smash evil, and the rest of us were struggling to figure out how to fit Paul Graham's 9,000-word essay on the code that gave us modern society into a five-word chant.

Their chants did a good job of demonstrating, and spreading, the mental hellscape they live in.

Their favourite one was Leap the Poor, showing that there's only X amount of stuff fear.

I tried don't eat humans, for a while, which was okay I guess, but not catchy.

In comparison to their chants, ours were pathetic.

Grow the pie just doesn't have any emotional heft to it.

It feels made up.

Build more housing was good, but not directly relevant.

Property rights are human rights requires an essay of context to understand and isn't inspiring out of the box.

We didn't have any unified rallying cry to respond with.

But most important of all, they had the power of social approval on their side.

Maybe there were three times as many of us as there were of them marching down the street, but they had every single resident of the city on their side.

The media was on their side.

The cops were on their side.

On any given day on any given street corner, if someone were to stand up and yell fuck the billionaires, kill them all, they would get cheers from at least half the people around, and no dissent.

The amount of intimidative power this gives you is impressive to watch in action.

It felt like most of the protesters didn't have the willingness to rise against that.

It obviously felt very good for the counter-protesters to get to exercise that power.