The history of the Disney company is so fucking fascinating and complicated that I could spend the rest of my life studying it.
I hate the company. I love the media. I want it to burn. I was profoundly shaped as a person by some of the art its workers have produced. It’s evil. It’s beautiful. It’s an eldritch horrorterror personified as a charismatic mouse. It’s a nightmarish example of capitalist hell. It destroys as much as it creates. It’s a flaming trainwreck. I can’t look away.
It’s the goddamn Elephant’s Foot of media studies.
It’s honestly fits perfectly with who Walt ultimately was. A brilliantly intelligent manipulator terrified of the inevitability of loss yet incapable of costing himself as he lashed out at his friends and workers over basic workers rights, driven to obsession over a theoretical town where he was basically a pleasant Uncle dictator who could determine the lives of his citizens right down to what appliances they use.
#Disney ruined copyright law#because Walt never really died#He’s in the genetics of the company#And that is far worse than being a frozen head in an urban legend
You. You get it.
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