It's essentially "Man Yells at Cloud"-- Crabby Hobby Scientist Edition.
Older people remember when there were significantly fewer people, and when technological profusion was significantly less, with a commensurately large reduction in nighttime light pollution.
They remember being inspired by looking up at the night-time sky, and seeing the stars, and being curious about them.
They are upset and butthurt that looking up now, one sees very little but a diffuse dull grey, or sometimes brown.
Short of murderating everyone in town, or going full luddite on everything that emits light at night, there is no way to regain that which has been lost-- thus, "Man Yells At Cloud".
The best they can do, and what should be done, is for there to be affordable astronomy lodgings way out in BFE, where they can take their happy little amateur astronomer asses, and look through their telescopes without being offended.
Instead, they want to go Marvin the Martian, and use the Illudium 238 explosive space modulator, because their view of venus is obstructed.