Pluto is demoted. Diminished. Dropped. Dissed. Number 9 no more. Contract non-renewed. So off the island. Heavenly body? Yes. Fully-fledged planet status? NO. Why this disfavour now? Seven decades of minor fame, and then it gets the hook. Is it yet another case of over-reaching PC attitudes? Planetary correctness? Shield the future generations of schoolchildren from oh-so-shady activity deep in bowels of the backroom at the Milky Way? Pluto has hardly ever been a model of straight and narrow behaviour. A bit of a wanderer, crossing over and entering into Neptune's orbit at times. (That's no more than open minded celestial friendliness at worst?) Yes, well what about those infamous golden meteorite showers you've no doubt heard about and the bootlegged vids from Lick Observatory on the net? Not to name names, but Pluto's not alone in dabbling in that particular proclivity. Let's just say some extremely well known and beloved planets are known to indulge in that on an hourly basis. We can tolerate the overwhelming brutish gravitational pull of Jupiter. Or the fiery temperament of Mercury. Abide that exhibitionistic orb that Venus flashes most evenings. And speaking of brazen, how about Saturn flaunting its... rings? Mars, never sure if it's here to fuck or fight. Earth. Candidate for narcissistic personality disorder? Always convinced it's the centre of the entire universe. And please. Doesn't the debris around Uranus count for some demerits? Pluto. In the end, its crime was simply being too boring. Wallflower. Icy. Aloof. A dim dwarf. Definitely last to the party. Not something you'd name a car after, would you?