A Word on Pluto

So the masquerade has ended. The truth has prevailed. Earthling Scientists have decreed that Pluto is not a classic planet, but rather a dwarf planet. Well duh, it's tiny. But the key word here is 'planet'. Dwarf planet just means a little planet; it's still a planet. We're just discriminating against it, and 2003 UB313, because of their size. Oh, and Ceres too, but the only way people are going to start caring about Ceres is if it gets up out of its lazy orbit and starts hunting planets down. Not going to happen any time soon. When did we have to start dividing the planets because of their size. Isn't bad enough that we segregate them based on what they're made of? Terrestial planets get all the prime location near the sun, while the gas giants are forced to orbit out in the cheap seats.

Pluto holds a special place in my heart. A world of ice and mystery. A place so cold that it hypothesized that the very air itself may freeze and fall as snow. Pluto and Charon perform their slow dance on the fringes of the solar system proper. They gaze out into the uncharted spaces beyond. They conform not to circular orbits like the others. And even further beyond lies 2003 UB313 ("Xena" to its discoverers, who should not be allowed to name things. Pay your 50 bucks and name a star, fan boys) and its moon Gabrielle, even farther from the hellish blaze of the sun.

So let the Astronomical Union say what they will. Icy Pluto needs not their labels. Just listen to these stirring words from one Plutonian Representative . A proud people no doubt, who will continue to hold their heads high.