So let me get this straight. Thugs can loot and burn down buildings and attack store owners, and the police stand by. But a guy throws one pickle, and they haul him in for assault.
You must understand that there are “some” laws that must be upheld.
An old man walks into a pub in Scotland, his feet shuffling, his back bent. He drags himself onto a stool and orders a beer. Placing the full glass in front of him, the bartender inquires upon his sad face.
The man answers with a smoky and trembling voice and a Scottish accent: Ah, tell ya man! This pub, this very pub we're just sitting in. I built it, with me own hands! But do they call me the Pubmaker? Naa!
See the wall over there, that protects our town? I built it, with me own hands! But do they call me the Wallmaker?
And the bridge, you know, that crosses our river, I built it, with me own hands! But do they call me the Bridgemaker?
But I tell ya, man! YOU F**K ONE GOAT!
Incidentally, it appears that there have been some marches/protests and a few violent flare-ups in Vermont, but nothing compared to many other states.
Probably still a civilized part of the country. No big dill.