Batpigeon

The thing is, you never think much about all the pigeons watching Batman these days. Or did you, recently? Did you ponder the psychological effects of immersing the flight-capable descendants of the dinosaurs in a fictional world where a deranged multimillionaire is imitating the flapping source of his childhood trauma in a futile quest for justice? Didn't think so.

Oh, it'll be all right, we say. Let the poor, disease-ridden blighters have their fun - what else do they have between poisoned pigeon-food and anti-pigeon spikes? What harm can it do?

What harm can it do? Well, have a gander at this:

Yes, this is a deranged pigeon, thinking it is batman. And while one, lonely schizophrenic pigeon might be pitiful, or even funny in a sad, retarded way, think about how you feel when hordes of vigilante pigeons descend on the streets in a psychotic frenzy. How many pigeons are there in your city? Have a look outside. Look into their beady little eyes, judging you. And ask yourself: How much does a pigeon know about the concept of justice? Do you want it to act as your judge, jury and executioner? Do you?