Yeah - I'll never forget all those pictures of Bill Gates and Steve Jobs meeting with each other when Apple was on death's door, or when each of them were meeting with the various heads of companies they were buying out. Hell, everybody does the photo thing when there's no announcement being made.
I'll be happy when we get photos of an emaciated, filthy JB in threadbare Levi overalls and lantern hat, with a pick over his shoulder, leading a cart-Mule out of the Glory Hole shaft at HM. Then we'll know it's real. But it won't be really real 'til he's drunk on whiskey at the Scrub Gulch Saloon with a Prostitute named Lilly-Lou on his lap, THEN we'll know it's real.