The analogy is apt. I'm going to try to stay jocular, so don't take this too seriously.
A pooping pigeon—in the wild—is part of a healthy ecosystem, though pigeon poop can be pretty damned disgusting, especially at an indoor celebration banquet where a pooping pigeon is clearly out of place.
When many kind, casual observers remind the pigeon that it might be better for all concerned if the pigeon were to go back where it belongs, outside, the perpetually petulant pooper pigeon persists. “I'm a professional pooper, and I fully intend to keep right on pooping and pissing where and whenever I pooping please!”.
There's a time and place for pigeon poop, and times and places where it's nothing but
airborne $h1t.