Well, it's July 3rd in Capital City and we're all still alive. The streets aren't running red with the blood of ... whoever ... re: Scoots. No riots. Yet.
(Unrelated: I just drove into work. There are 8 or so vacant Russian party teens hanging by an airbrushed tour bus next to the Lincoln Mem. bumming smokes off each other. It's no Lily Allen, but maybe you could go practice yr pickup lines. )