Why is the Magic Kingdom So Irritating?

And why does it remind me of The Giver, by Lois Lowry? On the upside, the whole place runs really smoothly. The phones are answered, you are expertly guided from one site to another by cheerful youth. Even at the airport--the Magic Express is there to pick you up and whisk you off to your chosen Disney destination. Except it isn'e--not magical (it is a bus, nothing more, nothing less--not even a movie to be had on board), and certainly not express (it took almost 2 hours from touch down to getting into my very ordinary room).
The insane forced happiness is one thing. Irritating, but not a deal breaker. The forced group think is down right scary. I should be amused. One of the charges leveled at our president during the heated campaign rhetoric leading up to his election was that he was a socialist. Well, Disney, the arch conservative, made it seem palatable. There are paths to take and those not to take--and people there to remind you which is which. Individuality is not well tolerated. Throughout my time in the Magic Kingdom I am either being reminded why my way is not the approved way or fighting the urge to swear at the person guiding me onto the straight and narrow Disney path. When I got "Hello, I am Pandora, I hope you are having a magical day?" I wanted to ask her "Whatever happened to that box you opened?" but instead made dinner reservations at a signature Disney restaurnat with a view for the 8 PM fireworks. Bah, humbug!