Ok, here's goes blog number one - my first moli experience, but not a bomb this time.  We reserve bombs for deserving targets, like bankers and big shit businessmen and politicians . . . yeah, especially the politicians.  And don't get the idea right off that we're particularly politically motivated to seek out certain targets.  I use the word particularly because it's a good political word - you know, one of those chickenshit words that lets you skate out from under direct criticism.  You can always say, "Well, I didn't specify anything or anyone in particular.  You must've read that in."

I throw out that tidbit of information because we do target some people due to their political leanings.  We'd much rather shit on a Republican than a Democrat or Independent, and we even reserve the big blobs of shit for the biggest assholes on our hit list.  Yeah, we keep a list, but that doesn't mean it's made up of just Republicans or dishonest businessment or anyone in particular.  We'll shit on a homeless guy, if he's a crook.  But we wouldn't be honest if we didn't admit to having some preference concerning who or what we bomb.  Notice, if you will, the use of the word what.  We don't just bomb people; we go after symbols of their dishonesty and corruption as well. 

Mastering the fine art of pigeon bombing takes lots of practice, and it's good to sharpen your skill at it on objects rather than people.  Moving objects are much harder to hit than something that moves slowly, or better yet, not at all.  Yeah, I like bombing and occasional luxury car, especially the black ones.  Pigeon bombs show up lots better on black targets, you know.  I dearly love black cowboy hats, and motorcycles are fun sometimes.  Statues of people who got famous by being an asshole are great targest because you can get them close up.  It's hard to miss something that can't move.  My favorite?  Bald headed guys who deserve a good bonbing.   

Most of my blogs won't be too long.  Consider, if you will, the difficulties of trying to write on with no hands and just a few toes on each foot.  Nobody makes keyboards for pigeon feet, and so I have to hop around to get a blog pecked out.  I use my beak about as much as my feet, since I'm using them for the hopping around.  You get the picture, right?  And there's other inconveniences, like holding down that damn shift key to make large case letters.  I refuse to write in just lower case, so I solicit the help of my sister Paula when I write.

Oh, yeah, I forgot to introduce you to Paula.  We came out of the same nest, but we're not exactly twins.  I'm sort of blue feathered, while she's pretty much a brown and white speckled pigeon (I think there was a dark brown pigeon in the woodpile, but we don't talk about it).  well, crap!  paula just flew off the handle, or better yet the keyboard, and now i'm screwed.  can't finish this without my shift key holder.  i'll have to go after her, smooth some ruffled feathers.

i'll get back to you.

polly, 11/04/07