Learning What The Devil Is Up To

My son loves cars. All types of cars. Unsurprisingly, Cars is his favorite movie. I know there will come a day when I have to cut him off from Disney, but alas, he is only two and just enjoys watching cars race across the screen in shiny colors.

Now he has progressed onto Cars 3 for a little variety. Yesterday, after plugging 60+ hours at work over a six-day period, I decided to chill and watch it with him as I did not feel like doing much at all. Plus, it’s good to keep an eye on the devil (Disney) to see what they are up to.

The movie communicated some good themes. I was particularly surprised to see how well they passed on the lesson that different stages of life require different activities to fulfill the soul. As a recent father, I have certainly found that to be the case.

And predictably, there was social justice non-sense grafted into the script. Lightning McQueen’s protege, after all, is not only a young woman who was never given a chance to become a competitive racer because no one believed in her (tears), but a hispanic one at that, named Cruz Ramirez. Whatever. The bullshit becomes so predictable at a certain point that it’s difficult to remain upset about it once you know it’s coming. I calm myself by self-reminding, “I’m not paying for this movie, so I am not actually supporting Disney.”

The devil really comes out to play though in the plot. A little background. I am older millennial who manages other, often younger millennials, for a living. The literally can’t even phenomenon is a real thing. I see millennials with anxiety attacks on a monthly basis because they cannot handle real-life. Why can’t they handle real-life? Because they grew up on Disney. And Disney taught them that everything comes easily. If you just believe in yourself, then magic happens, and wallah! you’re a princess or your successful or whatever.

Back to Cars 3, the plot, and what the devil is up to. Little Cruz Ramirez, who has never raced a race in her life, nor even practiced on race track, goes out to win the Daytona 500 on her first try.

The devil wants children to believe that anything meaningful comes easily. And when little children grow up and realize that’s not the case they are left with three options:

  1. Retreat back to Disneyland. Case in point, grown-ass childless women who still go there on an annual basis.
  2. Opioids & Alcohol. Disappointment hurts. Numb the pain somehow.
  3. Take revenge on the world for not giving you everything Disney promised. I think mass-shootings would fall into this category.

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