music is piped in through hidden speakers disguised as lights or trash barrels or behind trees or shrubs

inspiring music, comforting music, soothing music, sitars, bongos, lap-steel guitars, timbales, digereedoos.

sterile music. meant to lull you into a false sense of security so that you don't realize how badly and grossly you are being manipulated into thinking everything's alright.

hunky-dory.

like it's okay about the eco-manipulation, it's okay that you parked on 90 square feet of an acre of land that was paved over, like the other sixty bah-zillion acres, for the benefit of your parking enjoyment. the indigenous species without habitat is just a little side-effect we'll have to learn to accept. they'll find new homes. if they don't, maybe we could just give them booze and duvets drenched in smallpox to help them forget. hey, it worked with the indigenous people, why not the wildlife too? and we are not even scratching the surface. not remotely. and we aren't even blind to the fact that we are trapped in a shrine to consumerism and capitalism and world domination and empiricism and ethnocentrism under the guise of politically correct inclusion. 'isn't it great to be assimilated? to love what we are making and selling to you? it is great to love us.'

...i guess so...

i spit on the automaton wax representation of a pharoah on the spaceship earth ride. that was my protest; a big, drooly, thick, rugged dollop of lung mung square on the chin of the faux amenhotep-ramses-akenaten-smenkahre-whoever waving a sheet of papyrus at anyone who would care to watch. all day. that is his job. so, if you go there before they read this (and you KNOW they will, they monitor it all) and hop on for a spin through history, look for that wad of suspicious material dried on that pharoah's chin that makes you question whether the disney-themed porno you saw last week was actually filmed on location right in epcot.

...that was my doing.