When Walt Disney was scouting locations for Disney World, he had a problem. If the local landowners discovered that he was buying up masses of land in the region, prices would rise astronomically. In order to work around this, he set up a series of dummy corporations with pun names (the M T Lott Co., for instance) and made the purchases through them, allowing him to buy over 40 square miles for less than $200 an acre.
With the land in their possession, Disney then needed a way to do whatever they wanted with it without The Man meddling in their affairs. So by teaming up with actual fucking CIA agents (who know a thing or two about dealing with troublesome governments), they managed to strike a deal with the government which transformed the area into a regulation-free zone known as the Reedy Creek Improvement District. Effectively a self-governing fiefdom, the local board handles building code regulations, emergency services, energy policy, public services, and maintains the highways and waterways. Florida collects property taxes, and that’s about it. In 2005, the chief of Florida’s Bureau of Fair Rides Inspection observed that the state couldn’t even shut down the rides.
Despite seceding from the Union, however, Disney loves to interfere in politics, particularly when it concerns their bottom line.
throwback to that one time i met Gaston on Valentine’s Day in 2015 and the following things occurred:
- i was wearing a rubber bracelet with Belle and Beast on it and he grabbed my hand and flipped it inside out so he wouldn’t have to look at it - i was also wearing a Beast pin on my sweater literally right above my boob so he started moving his hand towards my chest and i’m like “wat” and then he flips my sweater inside out so he can’t see the pin - then i asked him to sign the book i’d just purchased, The Beast Within, bc i’m a dork that went to Disney World without an autograph book - then i pulled the “No Belle Prize” joke and he hated me - then i accidentally got Sharpie on his glove and he hated me even more - then as we’re about to pose for a picture he noticed the illustration of Prince Adam on the cover of my book and proceeded to talk about how he looked like a girl and was better looking as a Beast - “i’m sorry about your glove” “it’s fine” - i told him happy Valentine’s Day and he was like “Valentine’s Day?? um no it’s Gaston day” - that was the day i died - the end
(also pls excuse my double chin and general ew-ness in this video i swear i’m the same person as in my pictures, i’m just noticeably more gross when i’m not posing at a specific angle)