Ornery...I’d say more like unstable. You’re apparently fine with committing felony assault against people smoking pot because you are judge and jury.
Well, the local park used to be a grand place for kids. Spent a lot of time there, growing up. Flying kites, tossing baseballs. Family picnics. Feeding the ducks. That is, before homo pervs started hanging out in the bathrooms, and dopeheads would zonk out on the picnic benches.
Do I believe in ruthless vigilanteism to remedy such situations? Yes, I do. Unapologetically so. Just as was done throughout the history of this country.