You know, as bad as this sounds, I feel like I can't get too worked up.
I still believe that the problems at WDW are more to do with the decisions and direction of the past decade. The economy, threat of terrorism are catalysts. I still believe that people have money for luxuries. But they can't afford as many luxuries as they once did.
"Do I want a new car or a trip to WDW? Well, the last trip to WDW seemed off, I don't know why, and there doesn't seem to be very many new things that I'm interested in, and interest rates are so low right now...I think I'll go with the car." I believe that if things were better at the parks people would say, "You know, interest rates are really good right now, but my car still has life, it's still reliable, and with all this worry I really NEED a vacation, it will be good to spend time with the family, and WDW is so fabulous." Same scenarios playing out with other families trying to decide between trips to WDW and new computers, attending sporting events, and <insert your own luxury that is so important to you that you are still finding a way to do, even if it means brown-bagging lunch, or giving up some other luxury>.
I've heard a lot of bad stuff of the condition of the French parks. All of it from either Americans or the British. And they complain that the French don't care, and that's why the park is able to get away with it. Who are WDW's main audience? Americans and the British.
Yes, conditions will get worse. And attendence, hotel bookings, guest spending will get worse too. And the microscope will still be fixed on the offices in Burbank.
I feel like I'm gambling, and my opponent just offered "double or nothing." I could lose big, I could win big, but the game will stop dragging on like it has been. And as much as I'd like to win, I'm tired and I'd rather the game just be over. Under Pressler, I felt like a yo-yo, the schizophrenia that
DVC describes, just enough good coming out to keep coming back, still too much bad to be satisfied. If it gets any worse, I wouldn't be able to bring myself to ever go back.