.........................Ox-bloodnecks.......................

Jade is attending a Zoo course at Disney’s Animal Kingdom for a week, so I get to hang out in the hotel and do nothing all week in America. Disney hardly qualifies as America. Disney is kinda like a weird bizaro world run by a now dead dictator. All you have to do is put some fatigues and a beard on old Walt and he looks just like Castro. The people that work there are like communists, working for the good of the state and all of them have like 20 people above them looking out for the slightest misstep. Anyone steps out of line and they are silently, quickly and permanently removed. The grounds are immaculate with no signs of life except a lost bird wandering through. There are no lizards in the bushes, fish in the ponds, or rabbits in the fields. The place is a sterile land of weird and very annoying people. The guys that work there are either really weird, otherwise known as, should be living in parents basement but somehow got to live in the dorm complex and work at Disney, or flamboyantly gay, Disney was one of the first places to give gay families recognition. The women who work there are fat, way too cheery and would probably wear the stuff Nate talked about in his blog. The only breath of fresh air was the WT and rednecks that go to Disney on vacation. Now there was of course many obnoxious, little, fat WT kids running around, with their huge whale of a mother, waddling behind them and the dad sulking with his head down while wearing his camo construction company t-shirt. Walking through the parking lot one day I noticed a bumper sticker on a Georgia mini-van. “If I knew they were going to be this much of a problem, I would have picked my own cotton.” That my friends was on the car of a new category of rednecks, called Ox-bloodnecks.