Packs of pampered, sheltered progressives used violence and intimidation to shut down a pair of Trump rallies last night. Genius. After all, it's been working so well on the campuses and in cities run by progressives where authority belongs to masses of hyper-sensitive, aggrieved pantywaists. Too bad their environs don't reflect the real world. Maybe if they didn't shut down anyone with a differing opinion, they'd have known how badly this is going to backfire.
I would guess that, given the nature of the Trump voters, attendees at subsequent events will be, err, prepared. Unlike individual conservative speakers at their universities or the conservatives who live tens of miles away from their self-segregated urban enclaves, they'll find that the Trumpkins have resolve the likes of which they've never experienced in their soft, unrestrained lives.
Because they're never asked to produce anything, they don't have to work at maintaining civilization in any way. They have no clue at all that we need societal structures so we can spend our days working to support them. By taking their tantrum act out of their playpens, which the rest of us pay for, they've reinforced the notion that what this country needs is order. Someone willing to take action the old-fashioned way. Were you raised on stories of dogs and fire hoses, snowflakes? You've never really seen them in action? You will, you smug, preening losers.
Meanwhile, the rest of us will watch as the Republic is handed over to an authoritarian goon with less intellect and less purpose than the original Mussolini.