We took little Julien to Disneyworld for two days in August and, as Godtopus as my witness, we were listening to Led Zeppelin in the car, and as we drove through the gates, Robert Plant sang “Twas in the darkest depths of Mordor…”. Walking into the main park (after a trolley, ticket buying, a ferry and the fingerprinting process) feels like walking onto the set of the Musicman which, as well all know, starts with an “M” which rhymes with “M” and stands for money. It’s the most wholesomely cynical place on earth. The first ride we went on was the Pirates of the Caribbean. What a charming voyage back to a simpler time of buccaneers, sea battles, and treasure, including the vignette of selling women as “wives” in front a tavern, because selling slaves would be in bad taste, I guess? We are the 51%.
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