So why is it that the sight of pigeon poop drives you to erect great big bloody steel spikes on their ledging nests? When you cut down all the trees in the area to create the pretentious monstrosity known locally as Melrose Arch, did you give a thought to the other forms of Life you drove away, drove out of their homes, or drove to death?
And now the spectre of pigeons defecating on your miles of bloody glass work - good for nothing but an over-the-top statement of how post modern you are - sends you into a frenzy of steel-spiked revenge. On birds for crying out loud.
You morons. You god-unconscious, destructive bloody morons.
Mind you, the pigeons are equally God. Perhaps they should conjure some dire barrier to your homes, to prevent you from resting, too. Before I take the plastique and do it myself.
Amen, Sister. And I love the wallpaper on the blog!
ReplyDeleteI love pigeons. Like me, they've woken up and found themselves in an urban environment and they live in it like they belong there. They strut down the sidewalk and cross the street with the busy stride of a person.
ReplyDeleteI guess it's because they don't pay enough taxes that they're always convicted of loitering and littering.