Apparently, Six Flags feels sanguine about the recession because, in their estimation, people who would otherwise have got on a plane to Orlando or Anaheim for long weekend will instead get in a car, go to Six Flags and spend a day. So, the patrons they lose from the bottom are replaced by ones they gain from the top. I like the idea that this trickles upwards until at the very top a Russian oligarch decides only to melt down the five fabergé eggs and have them smelted into a pair of shiny metal pants in which to oil-wrestle supermodels.
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