50 Years of Ersatz Junk
Last week we sweated it out at the big A, reveling as the Angels whomped the Yanks in the incredible first game of that series. We were embarrassed by how many Yankee fans showed up, a disappointing number of them with California plates on their SUVs. But that has nothing to do with this story.
Leaving inches ahead of the crowd, racing for our car a quarter-mile away, we had seconds to reflect on an ad we'd seen on the long screens at the stadium. "Disneyland:" it said, "Celebrating 50 Years of Magic." The message was especially poignant, dashing across that parking lot -- across all the magic that Disney bestowed on Anaheim. Because while Orange County might still cling with blue rigor mortis to inbred, Anglo-Saxon myths about angels in the outfield, or a smiling Walt Disney standing next to Saint Peter and Jesus on a puffy cloud just left of the pearly gates, the rest of us are well aware that Orange County's a backwater nazi shithole just right of the Third Reich. And while Anaheim was always a big Ku Klux Klan town, no one is more responsible for the continuation of that tradition than Walt Disney.