Rockerduck wrote:What would the Donald Duck universe be without his imput?
The answer is: A Black Hole.
I've spent the last couple of weeks reading his work. First I was very much into Don Rosa and his work. I was really mad about those great drawings, with all the details and stuff, you know. The way Magica The Spell attacks his warehouse in one of the stories, it's really funny, with all that green slime all over Donald's head, hahaha, and Scrooge beating Donald all the time, really hard you know, hahahaha! I've been laughing the balls out of my pants!
But some weeks ago a guy named Keessie advized me to start reading C.Barks, to get rid of my twisted mind. I was a little bit strange, I realized it...I was a hairy hippie in the good old sixties, and ..yeah..you know..Woodstock..The Who.... Jimi....Van Morrison....you know......roaring times....with a lot of dope, and free sex and stuff...I had become a little bit strange...In my head...aw, you know...I had polluted my brain smoking all the stuff God had forbidden, and this whole Love and Peace thing back then had actually quite ..you know...turned me into some sort of hippie-retard ... in a way.....You know what I'm saying?
Well anyway... I started doing what Keessie had said. I started reading Barks. I didn't know him! His work is hardly published in the weekly DD anymore. I only knew Rosa, and I thought he was the guy who had invented everything, you know...It is Rosa who describes Scrooges youth and stuff..and the famous screwing around-scene of Goldie with Scrooge you know in this little hut in one of the last stories, just wahahahahaha great! Hahahahahahahahhahahaahhahahaaaa! No other Disney artist would get away with it, but Don strikes again! He's one of the best, honest! I also remember that crushed Mickey Mouse under some animals foot, hahahahaa! That is real humour! Walt Disney would have turned himself around in his grave if he found out!
Haha!
Ahem. Anyway...where was I?
Since I've been reading Barks I feel really different. I lost my sick, polluted mind. I am only drinking bio-organic juices. No more drugs, alcohol or tobacco. Barks has it all. No need for anything else. I have locked myself up on the attick of the asylum, and nobody can disturb me. Not even Grandma Jansen, she wants to give me my medecine, but I have quit using that white powder. But Grandma Jansen still is very into it. She did not discover Barks yet. But she will. As soon as I'm finished with all these wonderful stories.
I just read the flippism-story. It's too great to be true. And now I'm going to read "Lost In The Andes". I'm very curious. I still have about 450 stories to go. I'm in heaven. And I intend to stay there!