If the culmination of last week’s election has created a void in your life, an empty spot where righteous protest used to exist, let me suggest an area of grievance you may not have considered.

Outdoor barbecue grills.

In Florida, residents of a Clearwater adults-only condo community are leading the way on this, taking to the streets with signs that say “Let us die in peace.”

Words, by the way, that would also make an excellent state motto.

The issue is the enforcement of National Fire Protection Code 10.10.6.1, which states that “no hibachi, grill, or other similar devices used for cooking, heating, or any other purpose shall be used or kindled on any balcony, under any overhanging portion, or within 10 feet of any structure.”

That code is being used by the condo management at On Top of the World condos, a sprawling complex of 91 two- and three-story condominiums, to inform the nearly 10,000 residents there to permanently remove their outdoor barbecue grills.

“This affects a lot of people, about a thousand grills,” resident and grill owner Salvatore Betti told me.

Betti said he has no problem with second- and third-story unit owners being prohibited from grilling on their narrow balconies, but he and the other ground-floor grillers should be able to sear their meats in peace because they can move their grills more than 10 feet away from their doors.

“I grill three, four times a week,” he said. “And with COVID, nobody wants to eat out, so it’s more important.”

So, Betti and his neighbors have been taking to the street corners with signs of protest. Which must be really confusing for the passing traffic.

“A lot of people don’t understand,” he said. “We’re not against the fire code.”

They’re just against the tyranny of an oppressive condo government.

Step aside Thomas Paine. Florida has Thomas Propane.

I think I can help the budding barbecue grill protesters.

First of all, they need to think beyond getting into the community’s monthly newspaper, the “On Top of the World News.”

Rather than tackle this barbecue issue, the condo community’s newspaper devoted the front page of the November issue to the results of a Halloween pet costume contest, which for the first time, was done online-only.

Yes, there were issues. (And I’m not just talking about how Daisy, the Shih Tzu in the UPS driver’s outfit, didn’t make the front-page gallery.)

“During the process of voting, the contest Website was overwhelmed with an unexpected high number of votes,” the story said. “Voters were only allowed to vote one time per household, but because of a web design flaw from voter turnout, some people were allowed to vote more than once.”

Russian elkhound interference?

And in other community news, line dancing was done on Zoom.

The barbecue grilling political activists will have a hard time breaking through this wall of aimless entertainment unless they get better organized.

Perhaps, come up with a catchy, political name. Call themselves the T-Bone Party or Bar-B-Qanon.

Then get a battle flag: Maybe a snakelike string of Italian sausage links with the words “Don’t Tread on Meat.”

It might also be helpful to burn something in public. They should already have plenty of lighter fluid.

From there, they need to create an online community with a vast, shadowy world of outdoor grilling zealots on the World Wide Weber.

They will become allies who create content about things like “clean charcoal,” while also organizing financial, legal and emotional support.

Once established, it will be easy to create false narratives while spreading fear and disinformation.

Blame the outdoor grilling crackdown on the powerful Big Microwave lobby.

“First they come for your grills, then they come for your pressure cookers, and from there it’s just a short jump to taking away your skillets.”

Or maybe it’s George Soros’ funded vegans who are behind this? Make America Grill Again.

There’s no shortage of conspiracy theories and misinformation that can be created over the grill ban.

“This whole thing just came out of the blue,” Betti said.

We know, Mr. Betti. And we’ve got your flip side.