I have obtained photographic evidence that Pony conventions exist. (In case you thought they were a figment of my fevered imagination.) I blurred the photos because… well mostly because I found the “pixellate” button my my photo software.
I enlisted a team of current and former world leaders to interpret what you’re seeing. Enjoy:
Photo 1: I’m pretty sure that’s not his real hair.
I’m mystificated.
Photo 2: Some sort of commerce.
You didn’t build that.
- Photo 3: A happy shopper.
I’d hit that.
And for a summary of the overall situation I turn it over to our future planetary overlord Vladimir Putin.
Rainbow ponies remind me that my childhood was a sad one.