I grew up in Orlando, so I know all about people's obsession with Disney theme parks. Hell, Disney was the reason I didn't pay state income taxes till I moved to California. I've seen people spend obscene amounts of money for the chance to tap dance with a bunch of cartoon characters played by teenagers in mascot costumes.
Disney Adults are weird. They're more than weird. They refuse to live in reality. They uphold an evil corporation that abuses its workers, steals from every artists it touches, and tries to hijack entire cultures. But probably the most destructive things Disney Adults to are to themselves and their families. Disney Adults will drive their families into debt, and never travel abroad. They ever find out who they even are.
This comic asks the questions what if you just went to your Ancestral Lands instead?
The most well-adjusted people I know have been to their ancestral land. They've touched the grass there. They've felt the air. They've felt their bodies attune to the earth. They feel right and whole. I'm pretty lucky in that Puerto Rico is so close by to the US. I don't even need a passport to travel there. I've been to Puerto Rico three times. And every time I have, I feel solid. I understand my part in the ecosystem. I realize I am a creature of the seas. And I honor that with my surfing.
I feel bad for anyone who bought the Disney theme park grift. They're paying for an expensive fantasy instead of embracing their truth. And that's sad. Disney will not save you. They'll only pick your pockets.
Go to your ancestral lands. It'll cost you less and reward you more.