I can tell we're going to be friends. The irony here is that I was going to suggest JOHNDIS may be a Communist, but you have assuaged my distrust of those behind the Iron Curtain as if you were the first kid to show me how to peak in at the animatronic Chuck E. Cheese band. For that I thank you.
Pluto never hurt anyone; it only wanted to be a part of something greater than itself. Pluto chooses Jimmy Dean Sausage for breakfast just like the rest of the solar system. You might as well steal its lunch money and knock its moons in the mud. Pluto was a planet for 76 years, and it did a great job, then science laid it off like a migrant factory worker. Science, however, does not speak for me. Pluto's fate should be decided by the people of Earth, not a group of white-coated robots sitting in an auditorium, chatting quietly about the bagel selection at the hotel's continental breakfast.
In my defense, I rasterized the type, so, technically, it is a highly organized field of color.