The 1955 pictures are just precious. Brings a tear to my eye just remembering going there as a kid in the mid 1960s and being on cloud 9. The rides were not as exciting as today, but the sense of wonder just emerged you in a new world and filled a kid with joy.
A symbol of my lost America that gives me another reason for tears. That world of 1955 was an America that I loved. 2015 America, not so much.
How the mighty have fallen. I am so sad.
Hell, I’d even settle for the America of the 1970s and 80s. Just having America be America again is a dream...but 50 years of being force-fed Third World immigrants has put that hopelessly out of reach. That America—the great America—was the product of a particular demographic mix with a particular value system, both of which were intentionally extinguished.
My mom knew Disney and he used to talk about how he was laughed at for wanting to build the thing. Where? ANAHEIM?? You crazy?? LOL.
Was just at Downtown Disney last night catching Pokemon. It’s still magical to me somehow.
It just makes me sad - the America we grew up in is dead and gone. The common values, the civility, the civilization: all gone.
We went to Disneyland 2 years ago and left the hotel to get Del Taco. That was a mistake.
It reminded me of that movie Elysium, where all the white people live on a space station and the earth is one big 3rd world toilet. It was not safe. We were the only Americans that I could see. Everyone else was a hostile 3rd worlder.
Liberals did that. They must pay.