I used to take high school students on field trips to Washington DC, including to the Supreme Court building. There was a woman who was camped in front of the steps for years I believe, protesting every cockamamie conspiracy theory you could possibly think of. She claimed to be the love child of JFK and Marilyn Monroe. She actually wore a Jiffy-Pop looking tinfoil hat, and didn't smell too good. She was a little scary to my students, but not nearly as terrifying as someone setting themself on fire and screaming. Who had to be permanently traumatized by watching and smelling that? Who had to deal with a gravely injured man who became that way on his own account? Medical personnel and first responders don't have enough to do? Mr. Bruce was flown to the hospital on a helicopter, and how much aviation fuel was burned to do that? I'm not seeing "compassion" in any of it.