The Freak of Disneyland

Those lines for the rides at Disneyland can be long, exhausting. By the end of the first day at Disneyland in Anaheim, California, you are really, really, hurting. So when the first day is almost over on my family vacation to the Magic Kingdom, I decided to take the “Disneyland Railroad” to a jump off point where I can get back to the hotel. In line for the “train” is a bunch of black gals, and everything out of their mouth is “N” this, “N” that, “hoe” this, “hoe” that.

So this is what families have to listen to as they stand in line for a ride at Disneyland. Loud speakers at the park, first in English, then in Spanish. Over there is the vendor with the “Disney pins”, Mickey Mouse logo colored with the American flag, . . . and the Mickey Mouse logo colored with the Mexican flag . . . and, of course, Mickey Mouse logo colored with the Gay rainbow flag.

Ok, ok, yes they also had the Mickey Mouse pin with other flags as well, like the Aussie flag. Maybe the Australian economy is doing well, and there are more Australian tourists to Disneyland than in the past, especially since many Aussies aren't so excited about going to Bali anymore for a vacation ever since the Bali bombings by the Islamic terrorists.

I recall back in the 1970’s the Mickey Mouse with the Japanese flag was big. There would be as many Mickey Mouse with Japanese Flag as Mickey Mouse with American flag. Then I think the economy of Japan went into the toilet. Before it went into the toilet, I recall the announcements on the loud speakers were in English and Japanese.

“No, not that one”, says the mom. “WHY?!?” says the kid, getting louder, “I want the one with the rainbow!” – The mom grabs the kid’s arm, “Never mind! ahh . . . Look, over here, here is one with Goofey, look at THAT one”, says the mom.

Family values don’t end at the Rio Grande. That’s what Bush says. Family traditions, like, the old lady and old man who have been in line for Dumbo for 45 minutes, and just as they are getting to the “last stretch”, in front of them is the “nice family” of a man and some lady, and the two are calling out something in a foreign language and waving happily and then here comes some other lady to join them, two more nice kids, a screaming kid not so nice, four of their friends, and then en-total twelve of the “family” come from out of left field, the amigos duck under the rope and chain or jump over the fence to join the rest of their nice family to the front part of the line – how very “family” of them. Looks like they just came over from the tea cups and were in a hurry to join the rest of their family at the front end of the line for Dumbo’s eighth wonder of the world flight.

A couple of groups behind them give a look at each other of disapproval – but of course, no one says anything, certainly not any of the Disney officials who are to manage the line.

Maybe it would have been a dream come true to have a couple of fowl mouth teenagers in line at the time to tell the “nice family” a thing or two. I bet they would know those English words.

Or maybe it wouldn’t be such a “Where Dreams Come True” experience, after all - the fowl language is becoming very tired.

I might be wrong, but didn’t former Clinton campaign advisor Dick Morris make reference a few years ago to an incident in which Hillary was using the “F” word at him, and she said “F”ing Jew in an outburst when she was angry over some campaign strategy? And wasn’t there something in her past, in which she used the terminology F.J.B. (F*ing Jew Bas*)?

And it is now so accepted, so part of our fabric, that it’s expected – like, when I was standing in line with my family for the “Peter Pan’s Flight” ride, and there were teenagers in line, and every word was “F” this, and “F” that. And there is an “adult” up at the last “switch back” of the line, same “F” coming out of his mouth. So families are with their children in line for a ride at Disneyland, and all around us, it’s “F” this, “F” that . . .

Back at the hotel I tried to catch up on some news, so I turn on cable television and there’s all this controversy about some guy named “IMUS” (IMUS be an idiot?) calling some black female college basketball team some kind of “hoes” – to tell you the truth I still don’t know the exact reference in the quote; not sure if it’s “knobby, nottie or nappy” hoes, or what, because it isn’t part of my vocabulary and I don’t use racist remarks of any sort. The first thing that came to my mind when I heard it was perhaps one of the names of the seven dwarfs. “Snoopy, sneezy, dopey, nappy”.

The news has Hillary, Sharpton, Jackson, leading the charge to “fire Imus” or something. We have hypocrites such as Hillary who after a couple of drinks it’s the “F.J.B.’s” under her bed or the Jew-hating racists such as Sharpton or Jackson as spokespersons in regards to the “IMUS” incident and racial relations?

I’ve seen the “IMUS” show a couple of times – what I remember about “IMUS” is watching this guy with his beat up cowboy hat on, and I’m telling my wife that this guy isn’t a cowboy, he’s a liberal Democrat and the cowboy thing is part of the “confidence man” rant to get some idiots to buy into his “Democrats can be cowboys, too” masquerade. The last thing I recall him saying before I turned him off was “I’m voting for John Kerry”. That was a couple of years ago. The “IMUS” lingo, besides “Democrats can be cowboys, too”, is (was) to get the message out “Democrats (i.e. Kerry) can be war heroes, too” and such dog and pony shows. “I have a dog. You have a dog. I vote Democrat. You should, too . . .”

The bottom line is, the Imus’s of the world come up to you, “Let me be an acquaintance”, and the FIRST thing you are going to see is the hat. They always wear the hat thing. The idea is, the hat is the “hook”. It gets your attention. It also communicates a message. Then they give you the line. The IMUS line, is the Democratic Party gig. The way the line works is, “vote Democrat, ‘cause I’m wearing this beat up cowboy hat”.

I remember telling my wife, this guy is probably from California, but he’s trying to put on the act that he’s from Arizona or something. Being a Californio myself, I’ve seen this act before, and my instinct could be wrong but the guy feels like the phony Democrat from California who pretends to be from the Gunsmoke show. You know, the guy driving a truck with the cowboy hat on and the bumper sticker “Veterans for Kerry”. This is the guy who, never serving in the military, went on a vacation to Vietnam in 1989, and then puts on a John Kerry bumper sticker on the truck - the ones who are standing in front of you in line at the Safeway with the straw hat on, Levis jacket, who commenting on some headline from one of those “yellow journals” (Daily Sun or whatever) turns to tell you something about “global warming” in a homily about those “damn oil companies” (it’s “us” against “them”).

The next time I recall hearing “IMUS” was when I was on some trip to Texas recently, I turn on the radio in the morning in the hotel and it’s some morning talk show. I was already taking my shower so I let it “ride” a bit, and it was obvious this guy is a Democrat, but the only reason I let him “ride” was he was making fun of Hillary Clinton.

So, as I am thinking about his, how now the guy is in hot water over something he said, the cable news is describing him as a “shock jock” – and I’m thinking, I really don’t remember anything “shocking” about his show, but maybe I never watched it enough? So he calls some black female students hoes or something, and it occurs to me, that’s all I heard coming out of the mouths of a large group of black gals standing in line for a ride in Disneyland – it was “hoe” this, “hoe” that . . . these gals were all dressed in the same shorts, like they were part of a basketball team or something.

The point being – I am told – is that the feelings of the victims of the “IMUS” geniality were really, really, really hurt by his shocking and racist comments – at least this is what some official from their school was quoted as saying per the news I was watching . . . That “IMUS” has this big megaphone, and he is promoting the acceptance of such behavior and talk into the fabric of our American society.

In other words, we got this problem – this “vocabulary” of words, hateful words, and . . . and, . . . who, I mean dang it WHO brought this horrible, hateful, vocabulariy upon the fabric of our society?

And I’m thinking, they probably heard this before. I mean, those gals, the ones who were hurt and shocked by Imus – they probably heard this before? Where did they hear it?

Well, the gals in question, they probably hear it all the time - on those Music Television shows on cable. It’s part of the Rap music lyrics and it’s right there on “channel 42” which they probably watch on a regular basis – and maybe, I mean I could be wrong, but just maybe their feelings weren’t really, really, really hurt at the time they heard it on MTV or the Black Entertainment Television (BET). And I’m thinking, who is hurting more, those basketball gals, or me and my aching feet?

What about MY family? I got to thinking, is there a way I can protect MY family from MTV and BET? What about the lines at Disneyland – could standing in line for a ride at Disneyland be detrimental to our families and our ears?

I am sickened by the shocking, racist comments coming from the hosts and “artists” and “entertainers” of MTV and BET, and they have a BIG megaphone. And a lot of folks standing in line at Disneyland, they have BIG mouths. They seem to have been watching a lot of MTV and BET lately.

Of course, the main point about these comments by “IMUS(t) be an idiot (for saying what I said)”, is that these ugly comments were personal. These gals were directly, specifically and personally, called hoes by this “IMUS” guy.

And I suppose I am told when they say it on MTV for example, that’s not “personal” – the “artist” is making reference to REAL hoes and not his sister.

And maybe, it could very well be the gals who were victims of this racist tongue of “IMUS, I’m voting for John Kerry, Democrat”, maybe they use the same vocabulary themselves on a regular basis. Like those gals in line for the “Disneyland Railroad”.

I’m just asking questions. And, I really don’t care if “IMUS” gets fired or not, it’s “an executive decision”. It’s about making money, it’s a show. Maybe he got fired for racist comments, or maybe he got fired because the Clintons wanted him fired because they don’t like his Hillary jokes and pulled the strings at NBC or CBS - first “IMUS”, and just wait what they got planned for Obama.

I don’t know. I suppose it’s the executives who run the show or those who sponsor the act that are going to make any decision they want in regards to protecting their bottom line, be it firing “IMUS” or pulling sponsorship. The guy still has his freedom of speech; he just won’t be having a television show in that case. He can go stand in line at Disneyland and use his freedom of speech in the same fowl mouth I was hearing all day when standing in line for a ride at Disneyland.

But I will tell you one thing - whatever Imus said, you can bank on it, the Left, the Clintonistas and such, they are going to try and fly this kite, they are going to try and use it to shut down conservative talk radio. They want to shut down free speech. The Left is all about Stalinist show trials, and if free speech is shut down, it will be the Left that is going to do it – for that matter, they want to shut down this very forum, they want to control the internet, they want to put all of us on a show trial. They want to make people afraid. Afraid to express their opinion. Afraid to put their opinion on a conservative forum. They want to make the forums themselves afraid – afraid of being shut down. So, for example, it becomes “racist” to oppose the Bush-Democrat Amnesty plan, for example. If you use the word “Mexican” in the same context of “illegals from Mexico”, or “illegal alien” in the conversation, then that is a reason to shut it up, shut it down, because it’s “racist”.

Technology is something that they perhaps cannot control, their free speech stifling “Fairness Doctrine” or not. And maybe “IMUS” will show up again on some satellite station, or something. Or become a Rap star and go on Black Entertainment Television or MTV and sing about “hoes” - so he can sing for the same basketball team that says they were so rudely shocked and hurt by words in 2007 as they dance to the same words in 2008.

All I know is that on day two, I get back into Disneyland Park and my feet are already hurting. By dinner time I figure I will catch me a show. Over at the “California Adventure” is the “Disney’s Aladdin – A Musical Spectacular”, in the “Hyperion Theater”, 6pm.

Now, no one who has ever seen this before, if you are heading to Disneyland, well, you have got to see this one. It really is a professional class act that everyone will enjoy.

Except, I think I should mention the freak. Just in case. No big deal, but something to watch out for. Let me explain.

Now calling this person a “freak” may be a violation of some fairness doctrine, or some unwritten “line in the sand”, in which my comments should forever be stricken from the record, I don’t know. So let me make it very clear, it is my own humble opinion, and that there is a person who I am about to make mention who, in my own opinion, is “freaky”, and that is a fair description. And this person may, or may not, be perfectly harmless to you and your family. I will leave that up to you to decide.

A few years ago, I bought a Disney Vacation package from a travel agency. We were actually planning to go to New York at first, but changed plans. The package included the Disneyland Hotel, and a VIP entrance to the Aladdin show. This may have been just after 911, because I recall the crowds were smaller than normal, and many of the rides were closed. I believe the show was a new attraction to the park.

The VIP pass to the show provided the ticket holders a special line, in which we were to be the first into the Orchestra seating in the front of the theatre.

In front of us outside the theatre, sitting on a special fold out chair in a section for the handicapped, was (in my opinion) some man dressed in women’s clothing who was knitting colored yarn with two large knitting needles. It was hot that day, but the person was wearing a woman’s overcoat. Next to this guy was a cloth bag to hold the yarn and knitting needles. The person had large, fat fingers.

The doors open, those in the handicapped section go in followed just behind by us, the “VIPs”.

People are going here and there, trying to be the first to get the best seats. We end up a few rows back from the front, on the right side of the Orchestra seating.

I notice this guy, the same guy with the knitting rig, who is the spitting image of the Mark David Chapman pudgy face (the guy who shot John Lennon), and he is sitting in the first row, the last and farthest seat to the right on the first row of the Orchestra seating. His knitting needles have been put away in a bag. I notice the guy, because once in a while he looks back with a quirky jerk of the head to those behind him.

The show begins, the guy is pretty much forgotten except once in a while he seems to over react to the cast members – for example, the black guy dressed up in the horse costume, when the “horse” would jump to the right side of the stage, or come down into the Orchestra section, the guy who looks like Chapman would clap with his hands like in a prayer position, kind of leaping in his chair, and making a strange sound like a squeaking mouse.

His head would then “jerk” to a certain direction as if he knew each scene of the act before it happened – in fact, it was obvious he had the entire show memorized.

Once in a while he would make a “moaning pant” sound, or sort of hop up and down in his seat in the “prayer” position and saying things like “horsey!” and other rather very bizarre behavior.

After the show, this guy, or whatever he was, dressed in a female outfit like that of “an elderly woman”, jumped out of his chair and exited the theatre. He didn’t seem handicapped to me.

A couple years goes by, and some relatives visit from Australia. The daughter of one of them wants to go to Disneyland with my daughter, so I buy the entrance tickets (“Park Hopper”) and drive to L.A. with my family, one mother from Australia and her daughter.

This time I do not have any “VIP” entrance to the Aladdin show. We end up sitting in a section of seats higher up.

Some lady … no . . . it’s … the “guy”. Dressed in a bizarre knitted sweater, and with one of those pointed birthday party hats made of paper eloquently perched on top of his head. You know, the cheap paper hats with the elastic neck band that little kids wear to a party. There is a pink “scarf” coming out of the top of the birthday party hat. He, she, it, is clutching a sack in one hat with his/her pudgy hands, both hands up as if in alarm, and trying to force his butt into one of the seats that someone else wanted to sit in.

One of the “security” (some lady dressed like a theatre escort) settles the entire matter, and everything calms down. It looks like the strange “guy” got his/her seat. The farthest seat to the right, on the first row of the Orchestra section.

This time we are about half-way in a long line. No way we are going to get good seating. No way.

As we enter the theatre, already very packed, we go down some steps heading for the Orchestra section – no chance, but who knows?

I can’t believe it! Two seats empty on the first row! “Quick Ma, let’s head right there!” I tell my wife’s mother. How could it be that there are these two empty seats in the front row?

Obviously, these were VIP seats that were already occupied and then abandoned by whoever was sitting there because the “guy” starting doing something so freaky that it freaked out whoever was sitting next to “him” and they left for other vistas.

Sure enough. The “guy” says something freaky to my wife’s mom. I don’t remember exactly what he said, but it was some comment about her purse, and she knows instinctively the person is probably mental, and looks away to her left.

The person does the exact sort of freaky things as before. The “horsey” exclamations, the little hops in the seat, the freaky jerks of the head. The bizarre outfit. I don’t need to go into details.

Later, I thought about it – and I came to the obvious conclusion. That this person comes to this Aladdin show every day, over and over again. This entire person’s world is coming to the Aladdin show every single day, year after year, and he has a fascination with the “horsey” in the show (or the black guy who plays the part of the horse) and with Aladdin whom he is in love with or something, and it verges on the insane if not actually insane.

Like David Chapman following around John Lennon, or hanging out in front of John Lennon’s N.Y. apartment, this guy haunts the Aladdin show and is fixated upon it, fixated upon the “horsey” in the show, and fixated on Aladdin himself. In his mind, Aladdin is more important that anyone in the audience, their families, their lives.

Now I know Disney sells annual passes, so obviously this person has such a pass, and buys one every single year. I have no idea of the source of this person’s income to be able to afford to buy an annual pass every year, and spend every single day attending the Aladdin show, but I would speculate it is some sort of welfare, perhaps for the mentally disturbed.

The person uses the excuse of a fake handicap to get to the front of the line, and has a fixation upon seating in the exact same seat each showing. It is always the first row in the Orchestra seating, the furthest seat to the right facing the stage.

The person likes to dress up in freaky women’s attire, it cannot even be called a “costume” - the only description can be “freaky”.

So, considering that he has been doing this for years, and there hasn’t been any “incidents” that were newsworthy as far as I know over those years, then perhaps he is totally innocent, no problem-o.

But I just thought I would mention it, if you are planning to visit the show, you just might want to know.

This was now the fourth time to the Aladdin show over about a six year period or so, but this time we got in line about 60 minutes early. We were to the front part of the line. I said to my wife, “Remember that freak?” (note, “freak” is my own humble opinion, and is not meant to insult or degrade anyone, and perhaps I should use a more proper medical term, which I would if I could think of one, though I am not a certified doctor or physician).

We are waiting in line, when all of a sudden my wife says, “There he is!” in a soft but poignant way, and pointing in a direction towards the front gate. And sure enough, there he was, sitting on the ground, knitting. He wasn’t exactly “in” the line. Just “next” to it, at the front.

The gate(s) finally open, the guy gets up, he heads over to one of the gate persons. The rest of us go in a different direction, this way, that way, in a zig-zag line.

Later, we can see the guy is sitting on a fold out chair in the handicap section at the front. He’s going to be one of the first ones in.

Since we arrived early, we were near the front of the line, but this was a totally different entrance line to the one he was using.

This time he was dressed with a brightly colored yarn knitted scarf around his neck, he was wearing some woman’s over coat over his obese body, on top of his head was a very large multi-colored knitted “cap” rather like what you would see a “Rastifari” wear over dreadlocks (I am not sure what might have been “stuffed” into this “cap” since he did not sport dreadlocks but it was stuffed with something), and on top of this “cap” was a pink Minnie Mouse Ears “hat”, and on top of that was a pointed paper birthday cap with pink ribbons coming out from the top.

It was time to enter the show, of course the VIPs go in first, along with the handicapped.

Now it’s our turn – we try to get to the middle, but it’s too late, we head down some steps, everything is filling up in the front fast, we end up in row 3, yes, on the right side of the Orchestra section.

I make no comment. The “guy” turns around. I can see that on the front of his pink Minnie Mouse Ears hat is the word “Princess”.

The guy in front of me looks over to his lady friend. He knows this “guy” is not normal. Well, let’s just say, he looks very concerned about the “guy”.

About five minutes goes by, and the gentleman in the row in front of me, the one with the Japanese lady friend, taps the “guy” in the row in front of him. He taps on the “guy’s” shoulder.

The “guy” turns his head back, and the gentleman says in a soft voice, “could you perhaps remove the hat, it’s blocking the view” – the gentleman is sort of pointing at the “ears”, the “guy” is looking back with his (I can only call them “piggy”) eyes getting bigger but no response, and the gentleman says again in a soft voice, “the ears – the ears, they are blocking the stage”. He is pointing to the pink Minnie Mouse Ears which are decorated on top with the pointed birthday cap, all of which is balanced on top of the multi-colored “cap” made of yarn. Actually, the entire head outfit is probably two feet tall, if you include the pointed paper birthday cap with the ribbons. The gentleman did have a point in that with the ears up there balanced as part of a Christmas tree type motif, it did block the viewing for him and his lady friend.

The “guy” with the Minnie Mouse ears then contorts his face and makes a loud “hissing” sound. My God, at the same moment he’s grabs his “bag” and is clutching, one hand ready to go into the bag – is he going to grab one of the knitting needles?

The hand that would reach into the bag, it’s now clutching open and closed, his fat fingers making some jerky motion, the fingers rapidly opening and closing somewhat like one would do when exercising or stretching ones hand and fingers after holding onto an automobile steering wheel too long. And I realize, in my humble opinion, that he is imitating the hissing sound of the large cobra snake who later appears in the show.

This was not like what a kid does to be a smarty pants. This was a very bizarre reaction from the “guy” as if he was having some sort of chemical reaction or something.

Luckily, one of the “security” ladies just happened to come by a couple minutes later, and the gentleman raises his finger carefully to try and get the “security” lady’s attention. She comes over.

The gentleman carefully points at the “guy” in front, pointing at the hat, and is trying to tell the lady in the softest voice possible that the guy with the cap is acting strange, the ears, “they block”, the “guy” “made a spitting sound” and there is a look on the face of the security lady like, “I know – but do I really want to get involved?” (you know, the “God help me” look).

“Well, what do you want me to do?” she says softly, sort of looking down at the gentleman and her body very stiff.

The security lady then steps to the front row, and says to the “guy”, “Can I ask you to take off the hat during the show?” – the “guy” doesn’t respond, nor does he remove the cap, either.

“Look,” says the security lady with a tired sound in her voice, “ . . . you come here all the time” (now I realize that I am correct, and that the security is aware that this guy comes to every show), “ . . . and I am asking you, this hat is very tall, can you just take off the ears so that others can see?” …

The “guy” sort of opens his mouth, like a lion or something, makes a “haaaa” sound, then carefully removes the Minnie Mouse ears with the pointed paper cap attached to it, places it on the floor before him as if it is one of the Tiaras from the crown jewels, but leaves his very puffy and big “Rastifari” cap on.

I guess this will have to do, since the security lady is now satisfied and leaves the area.

The show is ruined for most in the second and third row, what to speak of the first row, especially the poor teenage boy who was sitting next to him. The boy was literally leaning so far into his father’s side to get away from the “guy”, I thought the boy would have permanent neck damage by the time the show was done.

Four people in the third row leave, the father mumbling something about “we have to leave now to make it”, the wife looks sad, the kids look confused.

I can’t imagine what the gentleman with the Japanese lady friend was thinking. They were probably thinking, “what’s going to happen when the show ends, is this guy going to ‘do’ something?” . . .

Then some security guy comes by, he is “taking in the scene”. But he leaves.

Basically, that’s the story on the “guy”. You can make any judgment you want, but everything I just described is the entire truth. Perhaps it will be some useful information that you will remember if you happen to visit Disneyland. Definitely go to the Aladdin show. Definitely avoid the first row of the Orchestra section, the furthest seat to the right. I report, you decide.

When the show ended, it seemed that most in the first, second, third row of that section got up to get away from the “guy” as soon as possible. But in regards to the “security”, I want to make an observation.

There is security at the entrance to Disneyland Resort. It is a joke. Anyone can get in with anything.

Any terrorist can come over the border of Mexico into the United States at anytime. That is because cheap labor for interests who use this labor is more important than the security and safety of you and your families. In fact, the terrorists are already here, in my humble opinion, including Hezbollah operatives for Iran, and other such groups including those who work for the same organizations that attacked the World Trade Towers such as Al Qaeda.

I have read a list of specific terrorist targets in the U.S., one found at home grown operation that included Disneyland, and Disneyland has shown up on several of these lists (example, see “Security measures were reinforced after the Sept. 11, 2001, terrorist attacks and the discovery of al-Qaeda documents that listed Disneyland” in San Diego Union-Tribune AP March 10, 2004).

If and when such a terrorist attack occurs, which likely can be sooner than later and occur before the conclusion of the Bush administration term, and it is found that these terrorists used the open borders as entry, I will want to see that Bush is impeached for such gross negligence. Of course, what I want matters little, but I won’t be the only one demanding it. The chances of such a terrorist attack and subsequent revelation of its causal link to the entire question of our border policy is very likely, and the outcry will be very loud and very angry indeed. It will be of notable irony if such a horrific event happens to occur just after Bush signs the Democratic Party sponsored amnesty bill.

The politicized form of Islam that is driving terrorism is a form of a cult. It is traditional cultism in that it mixes current events and religion, typical of most cults. These cults attract new members, but in foreign lands they seek those who have not assimilated into society for whatever reason. Cults that come from foreign lands of this nature, Islamic Jihadism is such an example, attract homegrown members who adopt the foreign culture of the cult’s origin. They tend to recruit those who on the fringe elements of society, and surprisingly those you would least expect, who have the least in common, join the cult. For example, the high number of male homosexuals who joined the early Nazi cult even though the National Socialists preached total hatred of homosexuals, and eventually would put homosexuals into the concentration camps.

Cults will, and do, use the very people they would also kill. For example, in Islamic Jihadism, to have AIDS, no matter how one acquired it, is condemned, deserving of death. Yet, it is a fact, that right now, Jihadists recruit those known to have AIDS, telling them that they will die anyway, and so it is best for them to strap bombs to their body and go into Israel and blow themselves up.

So we are now seeing suicide “bombers” who are in fact men or women with AIDS.

All cults do similar such irony. They use such people. They use the mentally handicapped. They use the insane. They use the lonely. They use the heart broken. They use race. They make a big issue of a minor thing, to make the entire society which they hate seem to be unfair, to bring about anger. But they only use them. They are eventually discarded.

The very strange person who goes to the Aladdin show everyday, over and over again – no, this person isn’t the likely terrorist. But it does make mockery of security at this theme park. As predicted, we now see the terrorism, the bombings and horrific and grotesque face of Islamic Jihadism, killing innocents in Algeria – just as predicted, as the West shows more weakness, the use of terrorism is shown to be a success, and it spreads more and more, and they have clearly outlined their targets: after the West gives up in Iraq, Iran moves in, various factions of Islamic Jihadism next target Turkey (the “belly of Europe”), Egypt (ripe to be taken over), and Pakistan (which has the nuclear bomb), and then Algeria and the building of the Khalifat.

Next the West will be “pulling out of Afghanistan” – for all the same reasons, because a terrorist bomb blows up in a market here, killing innocents there, it’s all so easy to do. They are simply killing people left and right in Iraq right now, with no rhyme or reason in regards to killing an “enemy” – they are killing anyone, fellow Muslims, children, it doesn’t matter because it has nothing to do with killing “the enemy”, it has to do with having a bomb go off and killing some people, any people, so it will be in the news headline in the West, so the West will “pull out”. It is simply killing people for the headlines. Because it is the headlines that is winning it for them, so it doesn’t matter who they kill. Simply pick a market, any market, blow up some children, then the headline, then the cry again to “pull out”.

As terrorism is shown to succeed, it will spread. It won’t just be the Jihadists who will do it. If it is demonstrated to work, others will use it. Others will also seek the aid of news headlines from the liberal media, and simply start blowing people up here and there, and many such groups will utilize such terror. For example, some of the earliest terrorist examples came out of Sri Lanka, from the Tamil Tigers who aren’t Muslim at all. Rajiv Gandhi, the Prime Minister of India, had his head was blow off in the early 1990’s by the Tamil Tigers (Liberation Tigers of Tamil Eelam (LTTE)), their terrorism going back to the secessionist campaign against the Sri Lankan government since the 1970s, who made famous taking old tires and using wire to string the tire around the neck of victims, the head of the victim garlanded with the tire, then pouring gasoline into and on the tire, and then setting it on fire. What you will see is environmental groups using terror. Actually, Sri Lanka is a very good historical example of multi-cultural “Balkanism” which eventually leads to homegrown terrorism that may, and can, become an example of the future of the United States because many, most, of the current trends and policies of America match exactly the same so-called “multi-cultural” trends and policies of Sri Lanka in the 1950’s and 1960’s, and you will see movements such as the Azatlan movement of Mexicans coming into the U.S. using terrorism that will be on par with the Palestinian terrorist attacks upon Israelis.

But that’s just my humble opinion. We shouldn’t worry. There are more important things. Like the Imus story, for example. So let’s all go to Disneyland, and listen to the announcements over the loud speakers in Spanish.

I recall riding on the TWA Rocket to the Moon ride in Tomorrowland. And then we DID go to the moon. Is there a ride today in Disneyland, that foretells the future? Walt Disney said, "Disneyland is dedicated to the ideals, the dreams, and the hard facts that have created America". Walt Disney died of lung cancer on December 15, 1966, one decade after the opening of Disneyland in 1955. Now it's as old as some nations. I hope Disneyland will be around for a long time to come. In it's own strange way, Disneyland is sort of a "canary in the mine" of America. Hope the canary keeps singing.

In line for the “train” is a bunch of black gals, and everything out of their mouth is “N” this, “N” that, “hoe” this, “hoe” that.

Jeez. You oughta ride the subway here in fair Gotham.

Maybe it would have been a dream come true to have a couple of fowl mouth teenagers in line at the time to tell the “nice family” a thing or two.

Maybe that would work...but which should they try talking-chicken, turkey or goose?

I still prefer Disneyland and I lvie about 30 mins from Hershey Park now.

For a real treat, try Kennywood Park in Pittsburgh at the end of May when the local schools are having their days at Kennywood. Very interesting. But, I’ve heard that it’s nice most of the year.

Nice read.

fowl = foul. Spell check is not always our friend.

Disney cant throw the freak out. ADA and National Association of the Mentally Ill have lawyers who would love them to.

Dont go to Disney. It has become as sick as our culture. There are better places to enjoy your family. I recommend camping at higher end parks and private campgrounds.

Some years ago, there was a woman who loved Disneyland who was in a motorized wheelchair. She would go every day, but the park police or whatever they were did have problems with her, becuase she would whiz by in her wheelchair and go willy nilly. I don’t know if she had something that prevented her from steering correctly. I don’t remember what happened with that case. I think Disney does a good job in assisting travelers with disabilities and we enjoyed deaf day at Disneyland; I took my now 14 year old several times.

We were at Disney World a couple of years ago when, it turns out, the NYC schools were on spring break. Everyone seemed extremely on edge as if thinking “I better have fun d-—it.”

I’m sure it’s not limited to 1-2 groups, but it does seem as though some cultural groups have this interesting habit of having one person stand in line and then all of a sudden a dozen or so cousins, friends and other family members walk up and expect to be put ahead of everyone else so that they be together. Disney “solved” the problem by not having any attendants monitoring the lines, so there was no one to stop it or to whom others could complain.

I’ll take Hershey Park or MGM.

Whoa—stream of consciousness!!!

About the Dumbo ride—I’ve noticed this too, I also have noticed that certain ethnicities are very rude about simply cutting in line, pushing, bumping into you.

It’s like they try to milk the fact they don’t speak English (when they probably do, or at least understand it) to break the rules of polite society.

Not just at Disney. I had a group of three in the same aisle with me at Wal-Mart the other day and they simply wouldn’t move their carts to let me by despite my repeated “excuse me’s”.

I’m interested in the fowl language—did chickens fly out of their mouths?? ;-)

I have no wish to go to Disney anymore. My husband seems to think the magic kingdom is a must for our 7 yr old daughter. I think its been a good 12 yrs since I’ve been there and it wasn’t much fun back then . So I doubt I would enjoy it very much now. I hate long lines and tend to get nasty when people are rude. I don’t want to give them my money & I would much rather take my daughter to Arcadia National Park or the Grand Canyon etc.

I’ll take Hershey Park or MGM.

Or King's Island. The good conservative folks of Southwest/Central Ohio/Northern Kentucky would take care of business.

We went right before Christmas week 2005 and had a wonderful time. I grew up a couple of miles from Disneyland, and boy it has changed. We seemed to be in with mostly tourist groups (probably mostly mid-Westerners like us). Everyone was very friendly and the hotel staff at the Hyatt was excellent (gave us a suite upgrade because the double rooms were booked). California Adventure had some interesting rides, but nothing like the magic of Disneyland.

Knott’s Berry Farm was somewhat run down, but they had some nice rides and no crowds (we could ride as fast as we walked up). Still the charm of the place is gone, and it is just another so-so amusement park.

We benefited from the fact that school was in session. We stayed away from the amusement parks Christmas week and just stayed with family. We had done the Disneyworld Christmas week and never again.

I enjoyed this. Thanks for posting.
I have never been to Disneyland, and I don’t think I’ll put that trip at the top of my priority list. Hershey Park seemed pretty clean, civil, and American the last time I was there in 1998, and Disney World has been excellent the two times I visited, in 1994 and 1999. Near me (Philly suburbs) is a water park called “Sesame Place”, and it’s a lot of fun when it’s not too crowded. Sometimes it gets too loaded up with New Yorkers, though. The Shea Stadium variety.

I remember going to Palisades Park. The view from the Ferris Wheel was spectacular. There was the George Washington Bridge, Manhatten, Staten Island and the Statue of Liberty. When you looked to the West you could see Newark, Hoboken and off in the distance the Watchung mountains!

It was almost as much fun as goin' to Coney Island!

I would be going to Disney in Orlando. I just don’t have the energy to go yet. I tend to avoid large areas with crowds of people. I got this way after 9/11 and am working on it but so far I just can’t get up the excitement to go. I wish I could....Not far from my house is a 6 Flags Great Adventure and I refuse to go there too. I will go to the boardwalk and we take our daughter on the rides there. I would rather go see a national park or a historical place. I suppose I will end up going at some point but I plan to make sure its not gay week or during any holidays.

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