Another Option for Disney…

Whether you’re a fan of Disney or not, you’ve probably heard of The Hall of Presidents attraction in Walt Disney World in Florida. And maybe you also know it’s currently closed for refurbishment…the newest addition will be the bust of President Trump.

It might be the most controversial thing Disney has ever done…petitions have been signed asking Disney to exclude Trump from The Hall…or at least to not allow him to speak during the show…since 1993 the current President has always given a speech… 

Groups like MoveOn.org have been involved in the fight to exclude Trump from The  Hall, doing what they do best…starting petitions…with all due respect to their efforts, seems like they would have bigger issues deserving of their attention…and of course We the People argue the issue all over the internet…as mean-spirited and divided as ever…with little or no compromise to the debate available…

Well, let’s see if we can change that…maybe make both sides happy happy…it also has been announced that Disney will be changing its Pirates of the Caribbean attraction…again…this time to make it more politically correct. If you’ve been to the parks…been on the ride…you remember the part where your boat floats past a slave auction…all women in chains…to the chant of “We wants the redhead! We wants the redhead”, coming from the assembled pirates, cutthroats, and scurvy scum. Disney wants to change that…okay I get it. But just like The Hall, many have spoken out against the change…some still mad that Jack Sparrow has been added…here’s my suggestion…

Keep the Dems and groups like MoveOn.org happy and don’t add the bust of President Trump…instead, dedicate the Pirates ride to Trump and the members of his cabinet. IMG_0471The part of the ride with the slave auction…the slaves are now played by various We the People…the pirates…you guessed it…his various cabinet members…pirates all, and shouting in unison, “We wants the redhead! We wants the redhead!”, to President Trump, smiling and waving from a window in the west wing. And as a bonus…your boat will now Sail  past a  life-like crooked Hillary Clinton…(his words…not mine) now behind bars, trying to coax that little dog to give her the keys to the cell door…low-key chants of “Lock her up! Lock her up!”, in the background…remember this is a ride dedicated to President Trump…have to give them what they want…

and now leaving The Hall to the Democrats…once again dividing We the People as much as ever…this time simply over two damned amusement park attractions…

Bailey and Us…I Remember When

I remember when we saw him for the first time…his ears too big for his puppy-sized head…his bark short and comical to hear…his hound voice yet to be discovered…his brown eyes and his birthday, both same as my wife’s sealed the deal…

I remember picking him up at the mall…that’s right, we bought him at a pet store, and after 14 years turns out he was a helluva deal…him and the kids went through obedience training, but it didn’t take…God love ’em, those kids were too crazy…

I remember the night we bought him home from the vet’s office…drugged up on pain medication…castration they called it on the bill…responsible ownership they told us…in the back of my mind I still think cruel and heartless…

I remember when curiosity got the better of him…an introduction to electricity and the hazards of chewing electric cords…so that’s what fried beagle smells like…it only ever happened once…I remember how he chewed the rug in our family room…the vote was close…should we replace just the rug?…or him too?…

We all had our nicknames for Bailey…Bailsey, Beagle, Baileydammit…the last one mine, reserved for those times he decided to take a run around the neighborhood…never said we were very creative…

I remember stuffed mallards, rubber balls, and any number of other toys he would fetch and wrestle over…the way he would shake those stuffed mallards as he ran with them…drop a ball at your feet and howl a beagle howl to go again…how he ran up the back stairs in the house, down the hallway to the front stairs, then down and around to the back again…throw it again he dared…

Bailey’s 14 this month…he can’t run the stairs and he only walks when he used to run…he’s come to some kind of agreement with the rabbits in the yard…they don’t even Scamper  for the trees at the sight of him coming out of the house anymore…he walks with a limp…sometime front, sometimes back(?), depends how he slept…he still has most of his teeth, just not all…and apparently there must be male-pattern baldness in his family, how can a 13-inch beagle lose so much hair?…

…he sleeps more now…but as always, there’s never a meal or a treat he’ll pass on…the vet says his heart is good, so we’re looking forward to another year of remembering Bailey when…