That last scene of Scarface. “Say hello to my little friend”. This is what I want to do with people who, in the name of “love”, come and distribute some chocolate fudge and kisses in the middle of your nap in some park, ruining your right for privacy; telling you what to eat, drink, think, believe, etc. The same fluffy ones who call Bakla people perverts or think that Congolese people are racist because they call white skinned people “mundele”… or mock Mbuti people who say that trees speak to them, etc. etc. The list is long.
Then, I turn on one of those fields + anything within my reach or capacity, as you said. Trying to feel compassion for those passive aggressive “love-masked” fellows too. The trap would be this: believing that these gains are permanent. They are not, both fortunately and unfortunately ;)