Cady Groves, Part XXXI

Ah, OK. Yeah. Holy fuckballs.

Hoooooooly moly, Jeesus H Fucking Christ on a fucking stick.

You know- I’m not even mad at this point. I’m more in awe. Or- actually, more resigned. Like… it’s ok, really. It’s like, I get it, you know?

And this time, I think I really get it.

I… think.

So, we follow the clues.

Like we did with the Dorseys. Walt liked Tommy Dorsey, the two were friends- he invited Tommy to perform at Disneyland, I’ve read, at least once. Hence, we get Kerris Dorsey. I mean, this is oversimplifying things to a huge extent, but you get the idea.

Laura and Vanessa, I still believe, come from Mae Questel.

So… whence Cady?

Today I made a slight revelation. Well, a few, to be honest.

First was that Cady was more plugged-in to the Disney system than even I had realized. And THAT was what left me with the resignation that I was just… outclassed. But, it also made me curious.

On a whim, I brought up the IMDB page for Peter Pan. I scrolled a bit, looked around. Got a bit interested in a few things. Read a few bios. Then… hit the Eureka moment I was waiting for, looking for. And expecting, I guess.

Is this right?

Am I right, Cady? What do you think of this?

So I was reading up on Peter Pan star Bobby Driscoll’s biography, and I was immediately struck by a few things:

  1. His shocking, almost uncanny physical resemblance to Cady herself. I mean for fuck’s sake they look like gender swapped clones.
  2. His shocking, almost uncannily similar life trajectory, to the point of them dying, supposedly, at almost the exact same age, in almost the exact same way.
  3. Their shocking, almost uncannily similar career interests and personal styles.

I went back into Cady’s oeuvre and noticed what I think are pointed references to now not just to Peter Pan, but to other things done by Bobby Driscoll. And am I just seeing things, or do their gravestones even look eerily similar?

We were told that Bobby Driscoll died a pauper, that Disney tossed him out onto the streets and he died alone, penniless, drug addicted, etc, and all sorts of other ridiculous crap.

But what if… what if all of that ridiculous crap is, in fact, a bunch of, in fact, ridiculous crap?

What if he didn’t die? What if he lived and had kids? What if he had grandkids? Who would know?

Look, her music was great, but does it make any fucking sense at all that a random girl from the south would get a recording contract and just… start hanging out with Disney stars, start working with Disney company behind the scenes on projects, start giving interviews on the Recording Association (the Grammys) youtube, perform on the Warped Tour, etc? Song of the South, anyone?

Alright, I’m going to just say it- I think that Cady Groves is most likely a descendant or at least a relative of Bobby Driscoll, star of Peter Pan, Song of the South, Treasure Island, and many other projects.

Look, the stuff I’ve figured out cannot be rationally explained any other way.

You know- I could list the reasons, further, why I think this. I could lay out my case, go through it line by line, explain all the details, but… fuck it. I’ve developed a sixth sense when it comes to these things. I just know. Literally, it’s the only thing that makes sense, given the absolutely overwhelming preponderance of evidence.

You know, I’m not mad. Really. I’m awed, tho, I guess. I mean, if I’m right. I’m more stunned.

Amazed.

Suddenly a whooooole lotta shit makes sense now, like Cady’s fascination with my adventures in Iowa, since you-know-who was also from Iowa. It makes perfect sense that she would find the Iowa part of my life so fascinating, since those would be her family roots, too, if my hypothesis is correct.

And alll the other crap on the rest of her socials makes sense too, like those treasure hunts she used to advertise- a reference to Treasure Island, probably. Holy fuckballs!

What even the fuck!

Absolutely amazing!

Again tho, I’m not even mad, but I am shell shocked.

But… there you go.

You know… even if I’m wrong, I’ve learned so much from all this. Kinda unreal.

Be broke or be wealthy, but never accept mediocrity, indeed.

Thanks.

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