"We know things are bad — worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is: 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my hay fries and my Derring Do novels and my zap-apple jam and my season hoofball tickets and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.'



"Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get MAD! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot — I don't want you to write to your princesses, because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and Discord and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad. You've got to say: 'I'm a Pony, Luna-dammit! My life has value!'

So, I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up off your flanks. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell: I'M AS MAD AS TARTARUS, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!



"I want you to get up right now. Sit up. Go to your windows. Open them and stick your head out and yell — 'I'm as mad as Tartarus and I'm not gonna take this anymore!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad! You've got to say, I'M AS MAD AS TARTARUS, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE! Then we'll figure out what to do about Discord and the apple shortage and the Changeling crisis! But first, get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: I'M AS MAD AS TARTARUS, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"



"Uh…Trixie, why are you screaming at a playground full of foals?"



"Uh—well…"



"And why are you suddenly all…drippy?"



"I've had a long day, Glimmer. A long…long…long day."