Monday, May 21, 2007


It could only happen in Hollywood. For years the Disney corporation's claim to fame was animation. You know their stars, Mickey and Minnie, Pluto and Daffy Duck with a yuck-yuck-yuck. Snow White and her seven tiny live-ins, animals who sing and dance. No hint of sex but some romance.

That was back in the good old days and the ways of Walt, perfectionist to a fault. But when he died, movie moguls did decide they could no longer escape putting real live romeos on tape. They hired macho heroes, some obscene, to dominate the silver screen, some to perform sexual effects, others for real raw sex. A brand new scenario stole the show so Mickey had to go!

Now there's lots of hot romance and with stars with desire and fire in their pants, cartoon characters don't stand a chance. They've become outdated. P-rated, relegated to whoopty-doopty Betty Boop and Popeye's "goil," Oliveoyle.

Ain't it strange how things change? What once was smut now is art. To get a part; actors hot to hump must jump in bed and shed their clothes, reveal their these and those and expose whatever goes between their fingers and their toes. No longer can Hollywood win with stars who hide their skin. Mickey Mouse and all his kin became has-beens in this age of sex and sin.

But PR guys were very wise. Portray Mickey gay and all will be OK with hipsters on Broadway. Like, Minnie will become a dyke. And Donald Duck will do, you know. As for the rest, we'll arrange a little Homo on the Range.

Immorality was meant to be. Sex and sin will set us free! As Porky Pig used to say: "Tha..Tha...Tha...That's...All...F...F..Folks. W...W...Will... S...Somebody P...-P...Please P...P...Pass...The P...P...Porn...I Mean Popcorn."


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