Dear BAH,
You are like the relative who won't leave the party hours after other guests have gone home. You are like the child who won't fly the nest by age 25. You are like the scar which won't heal. But now the time hath come to bid thee farewell. The lingering relative is finally being forced to leave, the child is finally sprouting wings and preparing to venture onward, the scar finally healed with proper ointment...your journey is reaching it's joyous conclusion.
Over the past many-a-year you have delighted few while annoyed many. For years you just stood there, stretching up toward the heavens, gleaming in the sunlight like a gigantic blue candycorn pooped-out by a smurf. Well those days are coming to a close dear BAH.
So now your role in the ever-changing stage that is WDW has reached it's final act. Some may applause what you have accomplished, but others like mine self shall see joy & splendor in your coming absence.
Do not take any of this personally, BAH. 'Tis not you as a symbol upon which our aggressions over past decade hath been aimed. Your legendary presence in animation shalt forever be highly esteemed. But 'tis your role as a theme park icon which has become more than monotonous.
And now I must end this. Go your merry way, BAH, step down from yonder pedestal so that our eyes may once more gaze down Hollywood Blvd. onto that glorious symbol of film & cinema which has been shadowed far too long.
Farewell, and Godspeed.
