Now, if you were to walk out into Old Town Square one summer afternoon and start lobbing paving stones at pigeons in the hope of bludgeoning two of the creatures at once, chances are you would soon find it to be the exact kind of activity frowned upon by each of the representatives of the many nations there congregated. Likely as not, you would not be met with quite the same universal opprobrium if you were to whack a couple of fugitive flies in a cafe – after all, even that prototype of relatively peacable oriental wisdom, Mr. Miyagi, takes to bumping off flies as sport, not to mention Nobel prize winning Barack Obama’s notoriously nimble preemptive strike on a fly in an interview. Whose language is the more violent now?! Flies are one thing, but birds? Ok, so I’ll as happily eat a decent bit of game as the next man, but then there’s the issue of stones, because however galling it may be to chomp down on a piece of wild duck or pheasant and break a gnasher or three with a piece of shot, aren’t even pheasants sufficiently evolved to be exempt from such primitive brutality as stone throwing?