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What would convince you that Disney owns your government?

What if I told you that Disney convinced Congress to make their theme parks no-fly zones, wholly outside any boundaries set by the FAA, the military, or Congress themselves?

This is utter horseshit. It's unbelievably offensive, considering that Disney's arguments were "security concerns", which is a total lie -- they've been trying to get a no-fly status for years. I hate saying this, because it feels accusatory...but the logical conclusion would be that Disney just used the 9/11 event to get something they wanted.

Thaaaaaaat's right, your happy little family-oriented business just became a profiteer from the misery of millions. Although, technically, they were doing that anyway.

  posted by Gregory @ 7:21 AM


14.5.03  

 
A tear fell from my eye as I listened, and things flooded back. It wasn't a Marcel Proust moment, but reminiscent of such.

The listening material was A Kiss To Build A Dream On, and most people wouldn't recognize it right away, I guess. I did -- it was the title song from Fallout 2, and instantly memories of that game, and how awfully humanity had gotten on in it, came back. Nuclear devastation, wretched people ekeing out a living where once productivity and creativity had stood.

And then something worse came back to me.

Connie Willis (my favorite author in the entire damn universe, by Chao -- this woman's probably the reason I can't write, I'm afraid it will somehow tarnish her work if my shoddy crap was inspired by it) wrote a story once, _Last Of The Winnebagos_. In the anthology I read it in, she wrote a short preface to each story, and in it talked about the notion of apocalypse. Oh, sure -- the world ends, there's radiation everywhere, that can be entertaining, but something truly innovative happens when you realize that something wonderful and inherently human could vanish forever somehow, and write that as your apocalypse.

Not the end of the world. Not the end of life (impossible anyway). Just the end of the world as we know it.

_Winnebagos_ was about the world after all the dogs in it were gone.

Oh, sure -- if you're not a dog person, perhaps it even seems silly. If you are, the notion is awful sounding, and thinking about it for a few minutes may draw some tears. Here, think of it this way -- the world is an awful place as it stands, and people are unhappy all over. There are a significant number of people who gain psychological well-being from having a pet, and most of them in the US have dogs.

Now, imagine that all those people have nothing but photos to remember their little happinesses by, that they don't have someone who greets them at the door eagerly no matter how bad the day was. Imagine you've stolen a precious little nugget from millions of people.

Yeah. The world gets a lot worse, just like that. And, like it or not, humanity's primary psychological mammalian symbiosis is with canines. That's simply a reality.

I wish I could have concieved of such a thing, but I doubt I ever could have. Now, thanks to Connie, I can -- and thinking back to it brings a tear to my eye.

I remember when my father explained patiently to me that the sun is going to go out. I cried and cried -- and still can't remember crying so much about anything before or since. This thing, this humanity -- it's all going to die. The period for this sentence is in place already, and the words between seemed to mean far less suddenly.

Science fiction -- and, in some part, NASA -- provides the chance that it won't be that way. Earthlike planets probably exist somewhere. Abstract hope, sure -- but hope is hope.

  posted by Gregory @ 10:16 PM


6.5.03  
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