Who cares? Anyone who approves of or participates in this witch hunt will, at some point, get their well-deserved come-uppins. Let the bruises fall where they may.
I already enjoy scattering them like a stampede of semi-contained animated cottage cheese by walking through their hangouts with an unlit cigarette.
It's only one small step to turning them in for child abuse, as they frequently have their equally gelatinous progeny with them.
I can't wait until I get to go on patrol