Or hell, not even that: there’s a disturbing number of people who would not mind suffering through the aftermath of a destroyed world just so the “wrong” future can be prevented (and of course some of them are convinced they would make it to the top of the other side of the chaos).
And we, as a society, take one step closer to the show “Ow! My Balls!”
Have you ever seen the TV show “Fail Army”? It’s pretty much this already.
I feel a Jon Stewart popcorn GIF coming on…
Cue the Benny Hill music
I’d pay good money to watch various Reactionary Wacko Traitors kick each other in the privates. With Yakkety Sax* cranked to 11.
The Neilsen’s would be off the chart. Assuming the Neilsen’s still exist.**
* Which is the proper title for “Bennie Hill” music.
** I just checked; they do.
What I admire is the purity of it. No mouthing off, “What are you looking at?” stuff, no “I’m not touching you!” trying to get the other guy to start it stuff, no pointless pushing and shoving. No, he decided to kick the guy in the nuts, and then he just went and kicked the guy in the nuts.
That kind of decisiveness has “Leadership Potential” written all over it.
Ok that is very much not in regular order under Robert’s Rules or the Jefferson/Mason Manuals.
OTOH it suggests they may have been right to want a closed-door meeting…
That is hilarious. I hadn’t seen or heard anything about it in the local news. They lose big time in the mids and what do they do? They elect loser, wack job extraordinaire Karamo as their leader. She’s spending them into bankruptcy and probably corrupt to boot. 
"We’re so divided,” Mr DeYoung said from the hospital. “I just wish we could come together.
“Why are the leopards eating MY face?” he whined.
It seems in his case the leopards are starting to injure other body parts. 
I’m amazed he can enunciate so clearly while getting his face eaten.
To be fair, the proper quote should have been:
“Why are Llamas kicking MY balls?” wonders man who voted for the Llamas Kicking People In The Balls Party.
Hey!
Knock that off or I’ll… do something reasonable and proportional. To your balls.
I’ve seen llamas kick. It isn’t funny. You might need to seek your balls in the adjacent paddock after they’re done with 'em.
Or the Marquess of Queensberry Rules, for that matter.
Rules? In a knife fight? No rules.
“Winner take all” seems to be about the only rule in serious fightin’ no matter what tools are available.
Thinking about it a bit more, I do want to give them credit though for limiting themselves to old-school mano-a-mano and not endangering bystanders by Second Amending one another.
And you have to grant it, yeah, never mind “I was hit in the groin area”" … no, you say it directly: “he kicked me in the balls”.
That’s probably because no firearms were allowed in the meeting, much like the NRA.