MAGIC

     It is still magic. It blows my mind to think that no matter how many times I visit Disney or which Disney, the magic is in the air. Last night was amazing. Disneyland in California is celebrating its 60th year and went over the top in their parades and fireworks. Imagine blocks and blocks of people all jammed together, no fighting, only laughter, even the little ones not crying, just strangers talking with each other, all waiting for it to start. Disney employees were playing games with the bystanders and grown people were wearing the stupidest hats ever and we waited. I cannot begin to detail the amazing parade, the lights, the huge figures, the dancing, the music, the sideshow on the buildings of Main Street, the volume of the sounds of the fireworks and all stood there with wide eyes, big people, little people. There were no jaded souls here, just the amazement, the wonder at the magic of it all.
     We were all children again, with the wonder of the world, with the amazement and innocence, the hope, the delight in magic and music. Awesome!!!
     I will tell you that the magic did not unfortunately extend to my feet as I hobbled back to the hotel after a day of walking, standing, more walking and more standing but I do not regret it one bit. What I do regret is that we cannot bring more people here to imbibe of the very air, of the friendly people, of the laughter. No one cared who was an immigrant, legal or not. No one cared that two young men walked by quietly, holding hands. No one cared when a racially mixed couple would walk by and no one cared when a young woman wearing pants and a head scarf walked by. All were there to have fun and why, oh why, can we not bottle this stuff and even force people to drink from it.
     And then this morning I opened David's ever nasty blog and there it was again, that snide behavior, that snarky comment, and one can see the same nasty smirk on his face that he has when he provokes disorder in meetings, when he sits back and enjoys his dirty work. I should have bought the shirt I saw and given it to him - the shirt which stated The Dark Side for that is where I fully believe him to be - and of his own free choice.
     So of course fatuous Lanny takes Stew to task. Really? Is this the same Lanny that is full of hot air, whose words signify nothing other than his doglike following of David and then we have the one that some prescient person calls the Village Idiot, Petey Boy Cruise, he who never shows up with all equipment, brave enough to stand up at a DA and state his dumb and nasty comments. So much for being a man.
     And finally we have David himself, The First Cousin of Darth Vader, replete with all his evil values and lack of moral ethics, the same David who exhibits paranoia and megalomania in equal doses, who embraces alleged fascistic values, but shhh, not allowed to say that for he imagines that 200 million people wait every day, anxiously, just to read of his latest deeds. He rips into Stew as a teacher, calling him pedantic, his favorite word to use when he has nothing else to say, the  very same word he used over and over again when referring to me. I am honored to be a member of the teaching profession, an educator, and proud of being compared to Stew and you, Cruise, when you have nothing to say that is of any value, just shut up. People will not then realize who you are and will not laugh aloud at you.
     As far as discussions, I am sure the people of the Ukraine would have like to discuss the invasion of their country, not that it would have mattered to Putin. I am sure that the Jews beaten up in France  and Israel or even here in the USA, or stabbed, run over, hacked to death with an axe and a machete, or the children mourning their elderly parents killed by a marauding Arab youths encouraged to violence by their elders - but there was no discussion offered. And I am sure that the people of the Village would love to discuss our present situation and the way out of it - but that discussion is not offered, so enough with your half true statements that mislead and insult people, enough with your poor people skills, enough with you and yours.
     As my little grandson says, "I have a gwate idea! Let's go to Disney." So why not, David. Go to Disney or even just crawl out of your spidery hole and web that you weave, go to a Clubhouse show, mix with normal people who laugh, who care about others and not just themselves and who knows -maybe the magic will hit you and you will cross to the light, the true Force. We can only hope - but we will also fight and dissent and meet and write and even outwait you if need be. We will carry on with the great American tradition of working for a better world, a better place while you, oh, I don't know, maybe the NSA will take you back. Call them. Soon.