You join the convoy of farming vehicles and pull up into the rocking chair. But as you approach Pyeongtaek, your front door signals that the police have blockaded the road ahead, halting your progress.

"How could they protect her?" you rage, albeit from the machine rather than against it.

"Calm down, good buddy," says another driver. "We'll get through this once the courts uphold our right to assembly."

Okay, I will be patient.

These cops aren't gonna stop me.