Thomas placed a finger over Twilight’s lips, shushing her. “It takes some brass balls to be able to go on an open radio wave, every day, for hours each day, and belittle a country ran by two ponies who move celestial bodies. Is it right? Eh, not for me to say, but the fact that she can wake up every morning and be able to do what she thinks is right in her mind and be ready to face the consequences… that takes a lot of strength.”