Jack however doesn't give a shit about how anti-family this move was because he's tired of pretending to hate Disney at all. He's that fucking retarded; he can't even watch movies anymore.
Jack's boycotting fantasies he lives out on his social media are strictly performative and for the sake of pretending he's less handicapped and ineffectual/impotent than he is; which is why he can never remember to keep his stories straight.
Once a week, Tammy has a long day of cubing up a huge amount of bleeding meat and cheese for her big baby Jack to aspirate during the shitty haircut she gives him while his glasses are on,
then wheeling him out to a restaurant within the vicinity of one of the Regal Cinemas for a giant, non-carnivore meal with multiple appetizers and entrées (just in case Jack feels like filming it for his utoobs),
then wheeling Baby Jack into the theater to see whatever the hell is playing that day (children's films are preferable); so Jack can sit there and struggle to see or comprehend any part of the movie while he eats two jumbo buckets of popcorn Tammy has to periodically leave and refill between disrupting everybody else's theater experience by yelling what's happening onscreen into Jack's ear with the long strands of gray hair she missed earlier jutting out of it like wheat stalks covered in questing ticks.
Then, after huffing and puffing to quickly wheel Jack out of the theater and into the nearest women's restroom stall so he can fart and throw up until every other lady has run outside for help, Tammy drives her baby back home to deposit onto his end of the Blue's Clues couch draped with the blanket barrier in case he makes a boom boom; so he can film himself "reviewing" the movie he can't remember making Tammy re-explain to him on the drive home. Finally - with such a productive day having taken its toll on Jack -, Baby is ready to have Tammy wheel him to bed, so he can fart and throw up. I also suspect Tammy of having breastfed Jack daily since she was pregnant with Junior twenty five years ago; with each tit now resembling W.C. Fields.