I heard a joke once: Pony goes to doctor. Says she’s depressed. Says life is harsh and cruel. Says she feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, “Treatment is simple. The party pony Pinkie Pie is in town tonight. Go see her. That should pick you up.” Pony bursts into tears. Says, “But doctor… I am Pinkie.” Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.

And the haters will look up and scream "Save us." But I will whisper "No"…