It’s not that I condone fascism. Well, actually it is.

There’s nothing quite like it, really. Waking up every morning knowing that an entire population has to follow your every whim or face horrible, unjust punishment, having a legion of jack-booted thugs following you everywhere, tripping over themselves to try and look better in front of you. It’s wonderful!

But then there are always the few that resist, that dislike the neat, orderly life I have created for those in my domain, that balk against the reins that force them to stay the course.

The troublemakers, the renegades, the rebels….

Those damn ponies will be the death of me.