The Weak In Rock

So, the Walt Disney Company has decided, in their infinite wisdom (this would be, by the way, from the same font of wisdom that decided last year that continuing their relationship with Pixar, who have produced the only profitable Disney branded films in years, wasn’t worth more money) that Winnie the Pooh needs refreshing, and that the best way to do this would be to dump Christopher Robin in favor of a six year old girl companion.

I’ll let that sink in a bit.

While we’re at it, let’s change Superman’s costume to a black leather get-up, more in sync with modern superhero style. And heck, why not use our modern technological know-how to hep up Frank Sinatra’s back catalog by adding groovy modern dance beats to it?

My generation is relentlessly wrecking everything. Ok, granted, we caught the short end of the stick on everything so far because there were so few of us born compared to previous and subsequent generations but do we really have to take our frustrations out on the world by taking a collective turd on everything? Hmmm?

First we edited all the “violence” out of the Bugs Bunny cartoons. Then we made them stop broadcasting Popeye entirely. Then we figured out a way to force children to wear helmets when they ride bicycles and put warning stickers on records (which has only become a shallow marketing tool for people with less creativity than a mushroom), and now we’re wrecking Winnie the Pooh.

Really people. Leave Pooh alone.