Some uncounted and ageless time ago, a great woe was visited upon the earth. Though no rivers ran red, as if with blood - and no lightning split the sky in a torrent of heavenly wrath; still was it known that a great and wicked evil was nigh. Mothers wailed in demon anguish for the misfortune of their children, and the world in which they must live. Virgin girls cried out to the almighty, asking, "Oh lord, my god - what is to become of me?" No answers were forthcoming. Wise men pondered whether it be better to suffer in the wicked world, or hang themselves and be closer to God, who had forsaken them. Strong men cowered behind towers built high - higher than against any mortal enemy.
Foir in this day - on this contumelious, dreadful day - a low beast was born, and slouched into Disneyland. Happy birthday, joemorf