I'm 59 years old and I remember watching Disney often as a child in Pennsylvania, USA. I also remember the underlying weirdness of the channel and content agenda driven. I was literally born under punches and so never accepted anything at face value presented by "adults". Fighting my way through schoolyard culture revealed the dysfunction as generational and misanthropic survival was simply a seamless fixation from home prison to school prison.
Today I simply pity those who have never suffered. I was blessed to have seen through the matrix from infancy while listening to my stepdad and mom telling me at age 10 that I was already destined for the Vietnam war and that I didn't deserve the three meals a day I got from them. Yes I turned the beatings, broken bones and vile never ending verbal threats and abuse into a real education manifest from observation of adults. My "home" environment, was one of no privilege whatsoever not even to speak a word of disagreement.
And as I watched Disney I knew they must be telling me lies, I wasn't allowed to visit school friends or have any of them visit me. Many nights the ritual was repeated where me and my siblings would be called to sit at the foot of my mom's chair where she delivered her frequent speech of how disappointed she was and how awful us kids were. She always concluded with the same line (question) to stepdad saying "How many kids would you have if you had it to do all over again Bob?" He always responded with the same one word reply "none."
By the time I hit 7th grade (1971) I was thoroughly convinced that "adults" were insane. I distinctly remember leaving the school building one day, staring at the cemetery across the road I pondered the lie I was just told in class moments earlier "the greatest love is the love for country and others". That was the last lesson for me, the mystery was gone. There was nothing but a war of attrition ahead. Later that week the homeroom teacher slipped outside to have a smoke while the pledge of allegiance was beginning and we were supposed to stand with hand over heart. I refused and one other classmate also stayed seated. When the teacher returned a girl in the class loudly informed the teacher naming us two that refused to stand, and as others looked at her in disbelief for ratting on us she said "I don't care, my brother is in Vietnam!" The teacher was in a tough spot as he couldn't send us to the principal without exposing himself to lapse of duty. Consequently he took a deep breath and said "This is America, love it or leave it!" I never forgot how cowardly and empty he looked as he said those words. He wasn't a man at all.
I seldom see any real "men" today either. All I see is failure of parenting produced manchildren handed off from mother to wife who continues the mothering. As it's irrational to seek the conversion of others I've long since stopped clawing at their egos prompting them toward introspection where they simply malfunction as all manchildren do. Now I prefer to be underestimated. It is best practice to occasionally open my mouth and calmly accost them with the truth, my how they hate that. One could debate if hatred of the truth is insanity, or simply symptom of insanity? However I'm about 49 years beyond caring. There is no future for men who don't man up and for me it's a relief to know many of them will likely be driven off cliffs as the velocity of collapse becomes exponential. Screw Walt Disney's imagination, I've met the devil you know and he's a stinkin' coward.
And now after that cathartic rant I think a Black Oak Arkansas song about a real man is in order. Here tis'
Woodchuck Pirate
aka Raymond J Raupers Jr USA