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Disney World Dead Animals

12 Animals Die at Disney's Animal Kingdom....including
4 cheetahs, 2 exotic birds, a white rhino, a hippo, a black rhino, etc
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L A K E B U E N A V I S T A, Fla.,   April 8 — The U.S. Department of Agriculture has launched an investigation into a series of animal deaths at Walt Disney World's new theme park. (The Walt Disney Co. owns ABC.)  The investigation comes two weeks before the scheduled opening of the 500-acre Animal Kingdom and days after Disney officials confirmed the deaths of 12 exotic animals.  USDA officials say the investigation was prompted by complaints received this week by anonymous and named sources.  Park officials have confirmed that in recent months, four cheetah cubs were poisoned by a toxic chemical and two exotic birds were crushed to death when they were run over by a tour bus.  They report that a white rhinoceros died while under anesthesia during a routine medical exam, a hippo died of blood poisoning and a black rhino swallowed a large stick that caused a fatal infection.  Also, they say two Asian small-clawed otters died after eating a large quantity of seeds in loquat fruit.

Disney Confident The USDA would not elaborate on what the investigation will entail, but a Disney spokeswoman said company officials are confident inspectors will find they are taking excellent care of the park's 1,000 animals.  Diane Ledder said, "We will welcome them back and cooperate fully."  Federal inspectors last visited the park in February and found it in compliance with all regulations.  If Disney is found in violation of the federal Animal Welfare Act, the company could be fined or lose its license to display animals.

ANIMAL CAUSE OF DEATH
Black rhino Perforated colon and diaphragm after eating a 21-inch-long stick
Greater kudu Pneumonia
Cheetah cubs (4) Drank poison
Southern gerenuk Failure to thrive
Chinchilla rabbits (8) Maternal neglect
Nile hippopotamus Sudden onset of septicemia
Guinea hog Died under anesthesia during routine examination
Mhorr's gazelle Injuries resulting from being kicked by a greater kudu
Greater kudu Euthanized after trying to jump out of warthog enclosure.
Mole rats (2) Unknown cause
Geunther's dik-dik Died during castration
White rhinoceros Died under anesthesia during routine examination
Oriental small-clawed otters (2) Ate poisonous loquat seeds
Thomson's gazelle Injuries likely resulting from being kicked by an ostrich
Mhorr's gazelle Cerebral trauma of an unknown cause
Sabel antelope Entangled in electric fence
Crowned cranes (2) Run over by Disney tour vehicle

I took my children to see Walt Disney's cartoon 'The Lion King' and was showing off my slight knowledge of Swahili by translating the names of the characters -- 'Simba' meaning lion, and 'Shenzi' meaning barbarian.

My son asked what 'Pumba' (the name of the warthog) meant, and I had to look that one up in the dictionary. It said 'excretion from under the foreskin'.


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How Many People Died at Disney?

Disneyland has often been called "the happiest place on earth." Since its opening in 1955, hundreds of millions of people from all walks of life have flocked to this American Mecca and been swept up in the fantasy world envisioned by Walt Disney. From the park entrance on "Main Street USA", recreating turn of the century small town America at 5/8 scale, to the top of the faux Matterhorn, complete with imitiation bobsled runs, Disneyland evokes images and fantasies of life in happier, more pleasant, and more exciting worlds.

But, beneath this glittering facade lurks something malevolent, something lethal. In the Magic Kingdom, life is not all pixie dust and happy, fairly tale endings. Behind the mouse's perpetually forced grin, there is more than a trace of the death head's grimace. For not all of the millions of "guests" (never visitors, patrons or suckers) entering the park in search of fantasy and pleasure survive to see the Electric Parade. They will leave the park in body bags, struck down by fantasy "attractions" run amok.


Reactionary pundits and other defenders of the All-American Way of Life, Orange County style, will immediately spring to the defense of the pride of Anaheim with the old transporation argument. "Why, you're more likely to die on the way to the park than inside." And right they are, _especially_ in the case of Disneyland. History does not record the number of young Disneyland-bound families wiped out in fiery holocausts on the Santa Ana freeway. But other modes of transport do demonstrate the dangers. In 1968 alone, the Disneyland/LAX helicopter service suffered two of the worst civilian chopper crashes in U.S. history. In May, a helicopter carrying 23 people lucky enough to leave the park alive disintegrated in mid-air and crashed near Paramount. There were no survivors. Less than three months later, a Disneyland-bound chopper crashed on a Compton playground, killing all 21 would-be "guests" and crew on board. Even the stroll from the parking lot to the park entrance is not without its risks. In 1987, after a Mormon party at the park, a gang fight in one of the lots erupted in gunfire, leaving one youth dead and a bystander injured.

But this is beside the point when it comes to discussing the hazards awaiting the unwary inside Disneyland. You're just as likely to die en route to such traditional mid-American amusements as tractor pulls or Bon Jovi concerts. Once inside, you're safe. But, to place yourself at the mercy of Disneyland is to risk mangling, mutilation, and even death.

From 1955 through 1963, Disneyland's safety record was flawless. Not all of their "guests" may have left happy, but they did leave alive. Tragically, this perfect record ended in May of 1964, instituting the era of carnage that continues even today.

The killer attraction: the Matterhorn. The event: a party for 10,000 Long Beach Elks and their guests. Its tragic first victim: 15 year old Mark Maples of Long Beach. The day had been difficult for Mark. Earlier, during an otherwise sedate ride on the Skyway, he argued with a girl over going steady. His friends had to restrain him from flinging himself to the ground 50 feet below. But no one can stay depressed in Disneyland for very long. By 11:30 that evening, he was in better spirits, engaging in "horseplay" while waiting in line for the Matterhorn with his friends.

Things went smoothly for the first third of the ride. Then, near the summit, Mark felt a sudden, inexplicable need to stand up. It's not clear whether he merely wanted to stretch his legs or was confusing the simulated bobsled ride with such more traditional Angeleno sports as surfing or skiing. His friends merely heard a thump, some noise, and Mark was gone; no screams or triumphant shouts of "Kawabunga!" According to Disneyland officials, he was "catapulted from the speeding car". He landed on the track a few feet down, with a skull fracture and various internal injuries. He never regained consciousness, and died four days later. The Matterhorn had claimed its first victim.
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The Matterhorn earned its underground sobriquet of "widowmaker" in January, 1984. This time, its victim was no innocent, hi-jinking teenager, but a
respectable 48 year old matron. Dollie Young of Fremont had been enjoying an impromptu Disneyland visit with old friends from Arizona. The survivors later recalled that "It started out like one of those magical, happy days" so frequently depicted in Disney promotional materials. And the day had gone well, until they dared the deadly slopes of the Matterhorn.

Dollie was riding alone in the rear car of the sled, so no one saw quite what happened. Disney workers swear they had buckled her in. However, two thirds of the way down the slopes, her so called "safety" belt was definitely unbuckled. She fell to the track, and, as she bounced along track while struggling to regain her feet, a second speeding sled smashed into her. The "bullet" sled dragged her for a car-length before stopping with her corpse pinned beneath its wheels. She was pronounced dead at the scene from massive head and chest injuries. The Matterhorn was closed for the rest of the day due to "technical difficulties", and the bullet sled riders evacuated via a hidden elevator. The nearby motorboat cruise and monorail ride were also shut down, presumably to spare Fantasyland guests the sight of a real-life police investigation.
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Equally hazardous to park visitors is the PeopleMover. Hurtling through the sterile corporate future of Tomorrowland at a speed of two miles per hour, it is plainly a menace to the life and limb of every guest. Less than two months after its opening, it mutilated and killed its first victim. In August of 1967, Rick Yuma, a 15-year old boy from Hawthorne, innocently attempted to change cars as the PeopleMover passed through a tunnel. Unfortunately, he slipped and, as the papers reported, was "found wedged between two cars with his head and the upper part of his body crushed". And "wedged" was the word for it; Disney "Imagineers" negligently hadn't forseen this possibility and made allowances for it in their design. Workers had to dismantle the train in order to extricate the boy's mangled remains.

The PeopleMover killed a second time under even more tragic circumstances: During a Grad Night party. On that sad June night in 1980, the park was filled close to capacity with 18,000 young people celebrating their high school graduation. The crowd included 260 graduates of San Diego High. Only 259 would survive to receive their diplomas. In the early morning hours, their classmate Geraldo Gonzales attempted to change cars as the PeopleMover tore throught the "Superspeed" tunnel. He stumbled and fell. As he lay sprawled across the tracks, a second speeding PeopleMover train struck, crushing him beneath its cruel hard rubber wheels and dragging him along the tracks. He was pronounced dead at the scene from extensive internal injuries, yet another young man cut down in the prime of life.
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Rides aren't the only attractions at Disneyland; nor are they the only killers. Consider Tom Sawyer Island. Located in the middle of the Rivers of America and accessible solely by raft, this is the only attraction in the park Walt designed personally. Although it and the surrounding river are as fake and manmade as Sleeping Beauty's castle, it appears to be an innocent, rustic oasis of nature in a sea of synthetic "imagineering", as well as an inviting refuge from the omnipresent lines. Precisely for these reasons, it beckons innocent park guests to their deaths, much like the Sirens of classical mythology.

The island's sinister spell claimed its first victim in June, 1973. Bodgen De Laurot, an 18-year old Brooklyn man, and his younger brother, decided to watch the nightly fireworks display from the island. Unfortunately, the rafts to and from the island stop running at dusk. After the fireworks, the brothers found themselves stranded a la "Swiss Family Robinson". But, rather than building a tree house, they did what any true red-blooded American young man would do - they swam for it. History does not record if the river was too swift, the water too cold, or the distance too great. What is known is that neither brother made it.

The younger boy was the lucky one - a boat ride operator hauled him from those treacherous waters around 10 PM. Bodgen was nowhere to be found. A search followed, possibly the biggest land, sea and air search in park history. Frontierland and the Rivers of America were scoured by police, firemen, and park employees using searchlights, helicopters and boats. Not until dawn did they find Bodgen's drowned body among the rocks and rapids near the lethal isle.

In June of 1983, the island lured a second young man to his death in yet another grad night tragedy. That evening, Phil Straughan of Albuquerque had a double cause for celebration: his graduation and his 18th birthday. In an innocent display of youthful high spirits, he and a friend "borrowed" an inflatable rubber maintenance boat for an impromptu nighttime cruise on the river. Near the deadly island, they struck a rock. Phil was flung into the river. As a football player, he had the strength to struggle valiantly. But he was no match for the power of the Rivers of America as four feet of cold, cruel water closed over his head. Rescuers recovered his drowned body an hour later. In all apparent sincerity, a Disney spokesperson said, "It's a really, really sad thing on what's supposed to be one of the happiest days of his life."
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The entire park exerts a similar, irresistible lure. For 35 years, management has hyped Disneyland as the American Mecca, making every American feel that they _must_ make the pilgrimage at least once in their lives. The only catch is that the park charges stiff admission price for entry onto these hallowed grounds - over $25 as of late 1990. Not everyone can afford it. One can only feel sympathy for these frustrated pilgrims, and understand their desperate efforts to sneak in.

One of these poor souls never made it, and died trying. Guy Cleveland, a 19-year old Northridge man, undoubtedly driven to his fate by the irresistible media hype, futilely attempted to enter the park along the monorail track. With a monomaniacal intent usually confined to religious fanatics, he climbed a 16-foot fence, disregarded the security guard's shouted warnings, and evidently ignored the sound of the rapidly approaching train. As he clambered along the canopy underneath the track, the train struck. It dragged him 30 or 40 feet before it could stop. The newspapers could only describe his body as "badly mangled".
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Park guests aren't the only ones seduced to their deaths by the park's attractions. Consider the late, lamented "America Sings". It was seemingly designed strictly as a hazard to employees. Converted from the old General Electric Carousel of Progress, it featured six theaters revolving around a four part fixed stage of Disney audioanimatronic animal figures performing well-loved American songs. Even before its official 1974 opening, there was something sinister about this android musical spectacular. The tragedy to come was foreshadowed at the press preview party, when one of the attraction's designers fell into a pit and sustained slight injuries.

Disneyland ignored this omen, and opened "America Sings" to the public at the end of June. This decision would cost them the life of an innocent young hostess, the first Disneyland employee killed in the line of duty.

Deborah Stone had just graduated from nearby Santa Ana High. In many ways, she epitomized the crisp, clean all-American image encouraged among park employees. She edited her high school year book, belonged to the honor society and capped her high school career by winning the principal's award for "outstanding service to her school and community". Undoubtedly, she breezed through her coursework at the Disneyland University.

Yes, she had nothing but a bright future full of promise to look forward to on that tragic July night. There were no witnesses to her agonizing end, no
spectacular fall or dramatic search. Around 11 PM, fellow employees noticed her missing from her post greeting guests. After a brief search, they found her crushed remains. As the theaters rotated about the fixed inner stage, she had been caught between a stationary wall and a moving wall. The attraction smashed her like a steamroller running over one of Disney's beloved characters in a hilarious act of animated mayhem. Except this was no cartoon, and there would be no animated sleight of hand to "uncrush" her. America Sings was closed for three days until a system of warning lights could be installed. But for one young hostess, it was a little too late.
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By far the grimmest and most widely-criticized event in Disneyland's blood-spattered history was the park's first homicide in 1981. The victim was Mel Yorba, an 18-year old Riverside man. On that fateful March night, he was attending a private party at the park thrown by a local defense contractor, accompanied by a friend and their dates. His family recalled that the young people were simply out "to have a good time".

The "good time" ended around 10 PM that evening in the deadly confines of Tomorrowland. Near the Skyway, James O'Driscoll, a 28-year old man from San Diego, accused Yorba of touching his girlfriend. There was a scuffle; blows were exchanged. O'Driscoll pulled a knife. Then, either O'Driscoll brutally stabbed Yorba, or Yorba stumbled while lunging forward, impaling himself on the blade. The jury believed the former. Eventually, this scuffle would cost the killer 8 years to life for 2nd degree murder.

No one criticized Disneyland security's handing of the killing. With efficiency rivalled only by certain Third-World dictatorships and some (former) Eastern Bloc police states, they swung into action. O'Driscoll's girlfriend was quickly apprehended as she tried to slip out of the park. Divers found the alleged murder weapon, an 8 1/2 inch knife, in a Disneyland waterway, variously reported as the Sleeping Beauty Castle moat or the submarine lagoon. O'Driscoll only managed to evade the kingdom-wide manhunt for little more than an hour before he was found hiding in the bushes in Adventureland.

Meanwhile, as Yorba lay bleeding to death on the grounds of Tomorrowland, the Disneyland nurse made a fateful decision. Instead of calling the
paramedics, she elected to have him driven to the hospital in a park van. By the time the van, lacking flashing emergency lights, made its leisurely way to the hospital (which, unlike other nearby hospitals, did not have a trauma center), Yorba was to all intents dead from a knife wound piercing his heart, liver and diaphragm.

For once, Disneyland was roundly chastised in the media. Two Disneyland workers claimed "the rule at the park is don't call the paramedics". Presumably, flashing red lights and uniformed rescue personnel tearing up Main Street would mar the park's atmosphere. Not that the emergency crews wanted to disturb the guests; the Orange County Director of Emergency Medical Services was quoted as saying he would not be "adverse" to dressing up paramedics in mouse suits if necessary.

In wake of this criticism, Disneyland hired an ambulance and changed its emergency procedures somewhat. Not that this helped at the trial. Contrary to what their employees thought, the park produced a written policy in effect at the time of the stabbing requiring that paramedics be called in life-threatening situations. Nonetheless, the jury found Disney neglegent to the tune of $600,000, making Yorba (or at least his family) one of the few of the park's many victims to win compensation for their injuries.
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Of course, these are just the fatal incidents. The offical pristine park history also fails to mention other serious mishaps that fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately) didn't end in death. There was the innocent 4-year old boy who plunged 30 feet to the ground from the deadly People Mover and fractured his skull. In 1983, a young man was thrown from the Space Mountain rollercoaster and left as a paraplegic. And the blood continues to be spilt to this day. Just last year, an 8-year old girl riding a Fantasyland tram was hit and seriously injured by a stray bullet.

Yes, beneath the sunshine and smiles, and behind the fun and fantasy lurk true danger and real death. Some members of the crowds queued up in the hours-long lines aren't just media-tranquilized consumers patiently waiting for a 90-second dose of ersatz, "safe" thrills. Rather, they are sheep being led to the slaughter by a startling array of anthropomorphic rodents, pigs and puppets playing the part of the Judas goat. Those treasured E-tickets are but one-way passes to the morgue. As one victim's relative put it, "You don't think of people dying Disneyland". But people do.

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In the film Aladdin, the hero whispers, "Good teenagers, take off your clothes."

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Belle appears during the film's second musical number, the sequence in which Quasimodo sings "Out There" from atop the roof of the Notre Dame cathedral. As the camera slowly pans down and along a street reminiscent of Belle's home town in Beauty and the Beast towards a small group of people, Belle appears in the bottom right-hand corner of the screen, walking and reading a book (and wearing her blue dress, of course). In the same scene, a sharp-eyed viewer can catch glimpses of a rooftop satellite dish, The Lion King's Pumbaa being carried by two men with a pole, and a street merchant shaking out the flying carpet from Aladdin.

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About halfway to three-fourths of the way through the film, Simba, Pumbaa, and Timon are lying on their backs, looking up at the stars. Simba arises, walks over to the edge of a cliff, and flops to the ground, throwing up a cloud of dust. Eddies of dust form and dissipate in the roiling cloud, and at one point the various curves and angles in these eddies appear to form the letters S-E-X. It takes a bit of persistence to see specific letters in the shapes formed by the swirling dust clouds, even when the video is played in slow motion.

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In a talking Lion King book, Rafiki chants, "Squashed bananas up your arse."

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One of the castle spires in the background of the The Little Mermaid promotional artwork bears an unmistakable resemblance to a penis, so much so that many people are unwilling to dismiss the drawing as mere accident or coincidence.

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In the film's first wedding scene (the one in which Ursula, having taken the appearance of Vanessa and the voice of Ariel, attempts to marry Prince Eric), as the bride and groom are approaching the minister, the side-profile shots of the minister allegedly reveal him to be sporting an erection.


The two "topless woman" frames have reputedly been present in the film ever since its original 1977 theatrical release (a fact apparently confirmed by Disney, whose spokesperson said that the tampering "was done more than 20 years ago"), although Disney claims that they were not included in the 1992 home video version because "it was made from a different print." Disney also claimed that the images were not placed in the film by any of their animators, but were inserted during the post-production process. The company decided to recall 3.4 million copies of the video "to keep our promise to families that we can trust and rely on the Disney brand to provide the finest in family entertainment."

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An incident that occurs during the scene in which Jessica Rabbit is riding through Toon Town with Bob Hoskins in an animated cab. As the taxi runs into a lamp post, Jessica and Hoskins are both thrown from the car; Jessica lands spinning, which causes her red dress to start hiking up her body. For a few frames of Jessica's second spin her underwear supposedly disappears, revealing Jessica's unclothed nether regions.

 

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