Bit late to the party, but this is a German internal culture war. Basically each village has its own name for those. Some names make more sense then others… Berlin calls them essentially pancakes other places call them Berliner and no one is giving an inch on what to call them.

She also might to be magic, because there is enough wind to make her hair, skirt and bow flow in it but the cornfield is not swaying one bit. One corn is even leaning to the wrong side and faces into the wind.

He always reminds me of the head servant dude there in ‘Django Unchained’ who told on them.

I feel like the point is less about size and more about the methods. I think it aims at the issue highlighted by an other comment that this protest while good doesn’t really disrupt the system.