The protesters’ demands to “end the crisis” without any interest in understanding (let alone accepting and submtting to) the mechanism for doing so is almost akin to magical thinking. “Give me ends without means!” is what it comes down to. It reminds me of a quotation from G.K. Chesterton, describing people who stubbornly insist on demanding a magical world that works without requiring any effort or understanding on their part:

In other words, it is exactly as if somebody were to say about the science of medicine: “All I ask is Health; what could be simpler than the beautiful gift of Health? Why not be content to enjoy forever the glow of youth and the fresh enjoyment of being fit? Why study dry and dismal sciences of anatomy and physiology; why inquire about the whereabouts of obscure organs of the human body? Why pedantically distinguish between what is labelled a poison and what is labelled an antidote, when it is so simple to enjoy Health? Why worry with a minute exactitude about the number of drops of laudanum or the strength of a dose of chloral, when it is so nice to be healthy? Away with your priestly apparatus of stethoscopes and clinical thermometers; with your ritualistic mummery of feeling pulses, putting out tongues, examining teeth, and the rest!…”