As a people, Concerned Fans of Disneyland have been sitting back and watching, aghast, as Bob “Joy Destroyer” Iger and his Business School Cronies dismantle the little park Walt built for his daughters. The $iren call of the almighty dollar has been too great for I(P)ger to ignore, and so instead of maintaining the park exactly as Walt left it upon his tragic death, he has worked hard to systematically ruin everything that made the park Worthy of Walt.
Perhaps it is too late for current-day fans to do anything to stop the slide into certain oblivion. Maybe the best we can do is tell our future children about The Park That Was, so that they can know how precious dreams once were.
Dear Children of the Future: as you stroll up the decimated ruins of Main Street USA, pay careful attention to the porch and the painted blue shopfront with the white trim. “People seem to enjoy sitting on the porch and talking,” you say with a naive smile.
“Ah, but that used to be the Intimate Apparel Shop, featuring the Wizard of Bras!” we tell you, and the sparkle lights in your eyes.
“But if it used to be there, why is it not there any longer?” This is how every normal child speaks.
“Corporate greed and synergy, probably,” we admonish, wanting to spit with the injustice.
We speed right by the Starbucks Brand Coffee Shop which has no place in Walt Disney’s pristine dream version of his beloved Marceline because back then no one had to kowtow to corporate interests at the turn of the twentieth century. Take note of actual restaurants that Walt loved like Carnation Cafe and Coke Corner – real, American institutions.
From here, we COULD head into Tomorrowland, but guess what? The main attraction there is Space “Mountain,” which was not only constructed eleven years after Uncle Walt’s death, but is also not a mountain, AND is a clone from “Walt” Disney World. It quite literally makes no sense. Some people seem to enjoy it but those people are wrong.
“What was there before the infernal mountain,” you ask us.
We sigh and dream of seeing through Walt’s eyes. “Nothing. And that nothing was beautiful.” We keep having dreams about the parking lot, and how wonderful it was to walk all that way seeing Disneyland in the distance, one day imagining that we might run there as a grownup from that very same parking lot. Alas, now there is another park there which is a Disney park in name only. They spent $17 billion to refurbish it and what did they do? Built a cartoony trolley that is in no way historically accurate and demolished a tower ride. Current day Disney only knows how to take away.
We head back to Frontierland and stop and literally weep at all the “construction.”
“Are you crying because they are destroying Walt’s True Vision?” you ask, and we nod slowly.
“Yes, they are building a star war land back here and destroying Walt’s memory to do it.”
You look in disgust at the decimated remains of the river. “But nobody even likes Star Wars. Everyone likes Harry Potter, which is why Universal will win in this war of theme parks. Not to mention the fact that Harry Potter is less an IP and more a state of mind, so it’s much better that they put a single IP land in Universal, because they’ve done it before with Seuss Land, and besides Universal has always been a different type of park so they can do anything they want really and it’s okay.”
What wise words from someone so young, we think.
We cannot bear to even glimpse at New Orleans Square, which is unfathomably painful. In fact, we can’t bear to visit the rest of the park – the abomination that is Toontown, the fact that they’ve completed the construction inside the Matterhorn (Walt left plywood showing for his own reasons and it is abhorrent to think anyone but him knows best), a million more microaggressions. Literally everywhere you turn, children, you will see Walt being erased – not passively but actively. Current Disney wants you to hate Walt Disney, not just forget him but hate him, because of how much Disney hates its guests.
Do you hear the clarion call, children? What you see before you is nothing but a decimated wasteland and a nightmare some might call apocalyptic. You ask only one more question:
“But who is Walt Disney?”
Exactly, children. Exactly.
A “MOUNTAIN” OR A SLAP IN THE FACE YOU DECIDE