I knew a guy in highschool that had an old cop car (think Blues Brothers). It had bullet proof windows that were probably half inch thick and you couldn't roll them down.
The front glass of cars is usually super laminated and you could hurl a couple of bricks at them without them busting through.
We're pretty conditioned to obey. Like, you can be a rebel and insult people or be racist or sexist or "anti-social," but you go to work and pay your bills. We're also, mostly, in debt up to our eyeballs the stress of which gives a powerful myopia. Average Americans are way poorer than tv would have you think.
Thirty percent of the population doesn't even bother to vote as they've basically given up, maybe for one of the reasons above or maybe because the government has little to do with day to day life, or maybe something else.
There's also like a third of the population that is super happy about these developments. It the most amazing thing to have a king again and get back to how things are supposed to be.
There's also a sort of general American optimism that is super persistent: if you do good, then it'll be ok. We're hyper individualized. Do the best you can with what you have. Don't put anyone out, or depend on anyone else.
Unfortunately, things will have to get a lot worse to motivate us.
My orange cat does that with me. He just gets all bitey all of a sudden. I think he's watched me watch a few too many zombie movies.
The only solution is to put him on the floor, but he's older now and more wily. So now he waits for me to get real comfortable and have another cat on my lap, or be in the bed under the covers. then he strikes, but it's with that same determined, moderately confused look.
He's 15 now and he's bitten me almost every day of those fifteen years.
I do not avoid women Mandrake, but I do deny them my essence.