Herzog for the win, Spy 1. He was out on his bike earlier this week, thereby exonerated for not scooping them, because he reasoned the gas to run back and do so would cancel out the good-sam act. He then went home and dutiously tried to post this thread before it was maliciously squashed, thereby paving the way for your thread:

It kills me I could not secure a photograph of the shameless dumping scene I witnessed on my otherwise perfect bike ride past Brighton beach tonight to gather Balm of Gilead for my pagan rituals,  as those of you familiar with my body of work here on PDD know I am loathe to highlight any D-Baggery which may arise from the rank and file of the Homegrown Glitterati.  But as of right now, Thursday June 6, there lays at the first pull-off northeast of Brighton Beach, a full box of nearly mint, discarded Homegrown Field Manuals, or whatever it is you people call them, shamelessly dumped in the parking lot. No used condoms, beer cans, or deer stumps this time... just Homegrown Mags. I realized this when I made a full sweeping return to check the contents of the box and make sure it wasn't anything that would scar my memory for a lifetime, like the last dirty scene I witnessed at this all-too-popular spot for dumping shit, and teenage carnal lust. Unbelievable as it would seem, that someone, presumably of the Homegrown crew, simply couldn't recycle about 150 Homegrown programs into a receptacle seven miles closer to their abode, seeing as how recycling is FREE in the state of Minnesota.  I will attempt to photograph the crime scene in the coming weeks until the perpetrators turn themselves to face justice.