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So, I have this crazy idea, right, that innocence dies the minute you see a big fuckin' crane sitting next to Cinderella's castle. No, seriously, I want to be joking. Imagine it, you're a kid, five, maybe six, and the only thing you wanted in the entire world was to go to Disney World, and you finally get your wish. You've got your mouse ears, your autograph book for the furries (oh yeah, that's what they're doin' on the weekends) to sign, Mom and Dad on each arm, walkin' down Main Street USA, and bam, right there, smack dab in the middle of the Magic frikkin' Kingdom, a crane. A giant monument to everything that is cold, metal reality parked right next to the biggest photo-op in the kingdom of imagination.
You'd think those bastards would close the park if they had remodeling to do, really, that's almost as traumatizing as watching Goofy-turned-roadkill when he met the angry underside of a float. It's the first time you notice how much money Daddy's forkin' over to make the magic happen. It's finally realizing nothing is free, and all of this "live your dreams," bullshit the six foot mouse keeps going on about is really, when you get right down to it, what sells.
Maybe I'm overreacting, but I think I just saw Jasmine come out of the bathroom with a bad case of the sniffles.
You'd think those bastards would close the park if they had remodeling to do, really, that's almost as traumatizing as watching Goofy-turned-roadkill when he met the angry underside of a float. It's the first time you notice how much money Daddy's forkin' over to make the magic happen. It's finally realizing nothing is free, and all of this "live your dreams," bullshit the six foot mouse keeps going on about is really, when you get right down to it, what sells.
Maybe I'm overreacting, but I think I just saw Jasmine come out of the bathroom with a bad case of the sniffles.