Get off their lawn

(In which once again ... well, you know the routine)

 Masked men who were either federal agents or survivalists playing dress-up (who can tell these days?) showed up outside Dodger Stadium yesterday, and, well, bandwagon fans gonna bandwagon, I guess. You win the World Series, and suddenly everyone wants to hitch a ride.

And, OK, so the feds/cosplayers weren't there to cheer on the Dodgers, but (they said) to process detainees. Again, who can tell these days? They could have been wearing Shohei Ohtani jerseys under all that gear. Or maybe they were just looking for a Dodger Dog after weeks of living on MREs and C-rations out there in the woods.

Anyway, they rolled up in a bunch of white, unmarked vans and SUVs, and stadium security immediately told them to get lost.  Said the parking lot was not open, and they were on private property, besides. And so make like a tree and leave.

Eventually they did -- but not before protestors showed up to protest.

Seems Americans, or at least some of them, don't cotton to armed desperadoes in unmarked vans whisking their friends and neighbors off to some gulag without so much as a by-your-leave. We're funny that way.

Then again, maybe the desperadoes really were Dodgers fans. Anything's possible in a country where law enforcement no longer has to dress or act like law enforcement, and indeed aren't even burdened with the law part. Now they can ignore it as they see fit.

But, hey, if they do bleed Dodger blue, good on them. Don that Ohtani jersey under the Kevlar. Break out the throwback Ron Cey duds. Have a Dodger Dog and a beer, and fire a few rubber bullets in the air when Freddie Freeman cranks another one into the seats.

That's America, by golly.

Just make sure you stay off its lawn. Our out of the parking lot.