Oh, well that’s all right then.
Lucky for who? I wonder what I would do if selected for a jury where the defendant assaulted a vandal like this. Could I find the defendant guilty? 
Your kind and merciful nature shows itself. If I had caught the guy in the act, there’d be no post here. I’d still be down in my basement torturing the guy with common household implements and chemicals.
Went to the Morroders Car Show here in Elko, NV, a few weeks ago.
I’m walking around (and trying very hard not to drool on) a beautifully restored 1967 Ford Mustang Shelby GT350 Fastback (Eleanor) with what the owner said was a $8500 paint job with custom airbrushed art work. Absoultely georgous. When I walked around to the other side, I was overcome with an incredible wave of nausea. Damn near lost my breakfast right there on the spot.
Some jealous(?) bastard (bitch?) had keyed that work of art all the way down the right side. And back again. Gouged right down into the sheetmetal.
If any of the exhibitors had caught him (her) in the act, I doubt anyone would have found the body parts.
Hope s/he tries that at the Elko Motercycle Jamboree next year. Preferably one of the “Angels” bikes. That’ll learn 'em.
Lucy
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Hmm. Are you the buttmunch who parked two feet from my car and five feet from the car on the other side and then opened the door of your Titan pickup into my car leaving a big dent in my car?
You’re lucky I didn’t have my battery powered sawzall with me or I would have gotten the inside door panels too.
How timely. I woke up this morning to find that someone had thrown a rock through the back window of my rental car. I’m guessing it’s a friend of the guy who’s currently in jail for stealing and vandalizing my own car. Fuckers. I should get one free shot to the head with a baseball bat for each time they touch my car.
This cycle of vandalism and retribution will end in my Utopian society, where all keys are made of soft, pliable foam rubber.
Fuck that. You key my new jeep and I’ll fucking kill you. (Hopefully in some manner that baffles the police so I don’t get caught. ) 
Some new car keys don’t have metal (like the Mercedes Benz).
Of course, we would have to get the same types of locks in our homes as well…
I watch CSI just to get tips on how to avoid getting caught after killing people like this.
My motto has always been, “You can’t do ballistics on a shotgun.”
I feel the pain of the OP. Two tales of woe about nicely painted cars and shit-for-brains people:
Living in an apartment complex means you have to share the parking lot with a lot of inconsiderant bastards, so you will always have door dings and such, but some vandalism like this can really set me off.
I was working at a local Ford dealership back in the early 1980’s and had made a deal with one of the painters there to do a decent paint job on my daily driver, a 1966 Ford Mustang. I had removed all the chrome and bumpers, drove it to the dealership, watched the painter as he prepped and painted the car, installed enough parts back onto the car to make it legal to drive, then drove it back to my apartment complex for the night. The next day, Saturday, I was going to drive the car out to my parents house and finish assembling all the little things onto the car.
I came out of my apartment on Saturday morning only to find that someone had keyed the entire drivers side of the car. Guess somebody thought it was funny to damage a car with paint so fresh you could smell it. Didn’t have the pleasure of driving my car with its new shiny paint job on it for even 24 hours.
I have no idea what I would have done had I caught them at it, or found out who had done it, but I suspect that I would have gotten into a lot of trouble because of it.
Second story - A few years earlier, a customer from Mexico brought up an early 1970’s Ranchero for us to rebuild. We made the car new, from one end to the other, including a nice metallic paint job.
When it was finished, and we expected the owner to come pick the car up, it was parked in the shop in front of all the service writers so they could all keep an eye on it. We didn’t want the car to go “missing” all of a sudden, which had happened to cars before.
Another customer comes in and talks to a service writer while his wife and 3-4 year old child walk around the nearby shop while waiting. As they are walking by the shiny restored Ranchero, the little girl gets fussy because her shoe has become untied. Mother procedes to pick the child up, stand her up on the top of the fender of the car, and tie the shoelaces. Upon accomplishing this act, the child is overwhelmed with joy and displays it by running and stomping around all over the hood and front fenders of the car while the mother smiles approvingly. Oh, did I mention that the kid was wearing hard-soled shoes?
Finally, a service writer sees what is happening and runs over and tells the mother to get her kid off the car. She gets all huffy and upset about being hollered at, but finally removed the brat from the hood. Both parents are surprised and shocked that everyone seems upset about such an innocent thing as a child playing. They decide to take their business somewhere else and leave.
A couple of weeks later, the Ranchero shows up at the shop again, with new hood and nice shiny paint.
Moral of these two stories - Some people are mean, heartless bastards and some are just clueless fuckheads. Both are arguments for justifiable homicide.
(I’m being sarcastic, but not that much)