Sure, I’ll just quit my job and travel the 4500 km to Washington DC, then I will stand outside and yell across the lawn to him that “I demand satisfaction!”, and when he walks down to the fence to talk to me I’ll challenge hin to a duel.

You can just jam a ballpoint pen through most zippers then zip back over it to reclose leaving the lock undisturbed.

I don’t care who burns 'em. So long as they’re burnt.