Deconstructing Disney unveils the pedophile-saturated, pro-rape subtext of Walt Disney’s 1940 classic Pinocchio .
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Welcome to part nine of a six-hundred-and-sixty-six-billion part project that lives inside my brain, pulling levers that make me do horrible things to Mickey Mouse figurines. By now you know the score: Our memories of Disney movies are all lies. I am here to spread the truth. So let’s rock this bitch.
It’s time for Make Music Mine, Motherfucker.
This is part three of a (fuck knows how many) part project that will eventually kill me.
I think pretty much everyone who’s grown up in the Western world has fond memories from their childhoods of Disney movies. But fond memories are there to be destroyed, and I have taken it upon myself to bring forth that destruction, by rewatching every Disney movie ever, in release order, and ripping them to shreds with my cynical, world-weary adult eyes.
And so, dear reader, allow me to take you on a journey in which we analyze and systematically defecate on the morally reprehensible morality tale “Pinocchio”.