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In Toy Story 3 the boy Andy is ready to go off to college. His room is being tidied and his toys are about to be boxed up and stored in the attic. Then, Mom makes a mistake and Woody, Buzz and the rest of the gang are packed off to a kiddie daycare center called ‘Sunnyside’. Remember– the toys live to be played with and loved by a child, so when they tumble out of the box at Sunnyside everything seems too good to be true. The day care center is a brightly painted wonderland of fun for children. It is crammed full of other happy toys, and best of all– every day this happy home for toys will be full of children to play with them.
A toy dump truck pulls up and Andy’s toys are welcomed by a big, pink teddy bear with a Colonel Sanders voice named Lots o’ Huggin’ or Lotso for short. He bellows out in his jovial voice, “Welcome to Sunnyside!” Lotso explains that they will be happy there all the rest of their days. No more rejection. No more children growing up and packing them into the attic or out for a garage sale. No, indeed. Their dreams have come true. At Sunnyside they will have never ending stream of children to play with them every day.
Before long the dream turns into a nightmare. The children turn out to be violent brats. They don’t play with the toys. They torture them. It gets worse. Lotso is a manipulative tyrant. He’s Lots o’ Huggin’ on the outside, but Lots o’ Thuggery behind the scenes. He and his mediocre cronies rule the place for their own benefit. The toys are locked up at night ‘for their own security.’ So Sunnyside turns out to have a dark side. It’s a prison of the worst kind–a prison where everyone has to be happy all the time.
After returning to my American homeland after a twenty five year sojourn in England, I have come to see parts of America as Sunnyside writ large. Why are we such suckers for artificial, superficial ‘happiness’? There seems to be a kind of national naivety–as if our whole purpose in life is to create a squeaky clean fantasy world for ourselves. We have fantasy restaurant experiences, fantasy suburbs with fake English place names like “Worcester Woods” filled with fantasy homes populated with fantasy families with chemically controlled 2.5 children with Ken and Barbie for their Daddy and Mommy. We think it’s great to have fantasy bodies perked up with boob jobs and Botox and cosmetic dentistry and fake tans and fake just about everything.
This plaster and plastic surface world also seems to be what most people want in their religion. We want Coca Cola Christianity–sweet, fizzy, and if you drink enough it rots your teeth. We allow ourselves to be led by charming, shallow preachers who also have suntans and perfect smiles and big hair (and that’s just the men) They soothe us with a blend of inspirational clap trap, self help platitudes and they welcome us, like Lotso into a wonderful congregation, school or religious community that will be all sweetness and love and light. Meanwhile, behind the scenes, they and their mediocre cronies are cunning manipulators, religious entrepreneurs– driven by the need to fill their churches in order to meet the budget– and to do this they have to beat the other guy.
Our politics chillingly reflect the televangelists. Another lotso–a conman with a fake tan and big hair from the mis-named world of “reality TV” competes in the vulgarity and corruption sweepstakes with an eighty year old with fake hair, fake tan, fake teeth, fake morals and fake religion. Underneath all the usual lies and manipulation of politics, whoever is finally declared the winner will be accused by half the nation of having cheated to win, and looking at the histories of both characters who can deny that both of them would lie, cheat and steal the election if they could?
Continued below.
Falling for Lotso
A toy dump truck pulls up and Andy’s toys are welcomed by a big, pink teddy bear with a Colonel Sanders voice named Lots o’ Huggin’ or Lotso for short. He bellows out in his jovial voice, “Welcome to Sunnyside!” Lotso explains that they will be happy there all the rest of their days. No more rejection. No more children growing up and packing them into the attic or out for a garage sale. No, indeed. Their dreams have come true. At Sunnyside they will have never ending stream of children to play with them every day.
Before long the dream turns into a nightmare. The children turn out to be violent brats. They don’t play with the toys. They torture them. It gets worse. Lotso is a manipulative tyrant. He’s Lots o’ Huggin’ on the outside, but Lots o’ Thuggery behind the scenes. He and his mediocre cronies rule the place for their own benefit. The toys are locked up at night ‘for their own security.’ So Sunnyside turns out to have a dark side. It’s a prison of the worst kind–a prison where everyone has to be happy all the time.
After returning to my American homeland after a twenty five year sojourn in England, I have come to see parts of America as Sunnyside writ large. Why are we such suckers for artificial, superficial ‘happiness’? There seems to be a kind of national naivety–as if our whole purpose in life is to create a squeaky clean fantasy world for ourselves. We have fantasy restaurant experiences, fantasy suburbs with fake English place names like “Worcester Woods” filled with fantasy homes populated with fantasy families with chemically controlled 2.5 children with Ken and Barbie for their Daddy and Mommy. We think it’s great to have fantasy bodies perked up with boob jobs and Botox and cosmetic dentistry and fake tans and fake just about everything.
This plaster and plastic surface world also seems to be what most people want in their religion. We want Coca Cola Christianity–sweet, fizzy, and if you drink enough it rots your teeth. We allow ourselves to be led by charming, shallow preachers who also have suntans and perfect smiles and big hair (and that’s just the men) They soothe us with a blend of inspirational clap trap, self help platitudes and they welcome us, like Lotso into a wonderful congregation, school or religious community that will be all sweetness and love and light. Meanwhile, behind the scenes, they and their mediocre cronies are cunning manipulators, religious entrepreneurs– driven by the need to fill their churches in order to meet the budget– and to do this they have to beat the other guy.
Our politics chillingly reflect the televangelists. Another lotso–a conman with a fake tan and big hair from the mis-named world of “reality TV” competes in the vulgarity and corruption sweepstakes with an eighty year old with fake hair, fake tan, fake teeth, fake morals and fake religion. Underneath all the usual lies and manipulation of politics, whoever is finally declared the winner will be accused by half the nation of having cheated to win, and looking at the histories of both characters who can deny that both of them would lie, cheat and steal the election if they could?
Continued below.
Falling for Lotso
