The Scunge People: is there any way to stop them?

I wish that just once, I could take my early morning walk along Grand Avenue on my way to Trader Joe’s and not have to see the overturned wastebins, strewn trash, broken glass, smashed in bus stop windows and all the other insults to our senses and sensibility, like the massive pile of (presumably human) feces someone had so creatively dumped on top of a public garbage container.