Handsome young warmonger pelted with eggs and shoes.
It was only a handful but better than none at all.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for we shall arrest them and beat them up.
This is a lunatic progression he is on, in search of Truth and bound for Glory, marching to the strident beat of his screeching, BadFairy ego; many, equally lunatic, dazzled, even in their dotage, by spun celebrity, will queue, starstruck, clutching his grubby, ridiculous book, desperate for Ruin's autograph, Shame on them.
PLEASE, ALLOW ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF
I'M A MAN OF WEALTH AND TASTE...