The Mouse of Eternal Summer

   



       Nobody ever dies at Disneyland.

       At least that's the buzz from some employees. Oh, people undoubtedly cease to breathe there, but it is said that unmarked emergency vehicles respond and paramedics murmur words of assurance to the corpse on the stretcher as they wheel it through Tomorrowland to the waiting hoodoo wagon.

       No clouds are allowed at the Happiest place on earth (TM).

       This is as it should be. In an America where the consumer economy is the only true religion, Disneyland is Paradise...the Tir na O'gath of the free market if you will. It is the final reward of the faithful consumer where a wage slave might go to his eternal reward after am lifetime of punching clock and buying kitsch.

       Some day they may come to call dying, "Getting your E ticket punched".

       Be seeing you.

THE RETURN OF THE JAUNDICED EYE

   I have been off line at The Town Scryer for so long that I felt it better to start a new blog. If you are meeting me for the first time, you might want to check out some of the material I have posted there. Much of it, sadly, is still topical.

    I apologize to those of you who follow me for my long absence. Health issues and a mind-numbing day gig have conspired to silence my Muse of late...

....Then came Snowden and the obscene over-reaction by THE AUTHORITY to his revelations.

    Like the good Dr. HST was known to say, "When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro."

    I will try to blog on a regular basis henceforth.

    Oh yes, on the off chance that one of my old readers from my days with The Comic Press News stumbles across this, yes it is the same Jaundiced Eye.

    I'm more cynical these days.

     Be seeing you.