These are no longer the disenfranchised cast outs who live under bridges. No, that would be a fairy tale too far. These are disenfranchised cast outs who invariably live in the comfort of an Ivory Tower.
Not like the one the princess unfurled her long golden locks from in Rapunzel but the kind that has running hot and cold stupidity, mains supplied ignorance and a television for shouting at.
Oh and they probably have some kind of paper delivered every day from which they take their own direct political manifesto’s from.