Magic Kingdom or Rhetoric Park

The tall steel structures gleamed against the ray of sunlight and the faint tune of a catchy jingle had mobs of patrons mindlessly walking to the entrance of the park. Joyous screams and giggles echoed over the fence that separated me from my day at one of the most exciting amusement park east of the Mississippi River. My fingers crumbled the dollar bills in my pocket as I stood in the single file line that weaved out from the ticket-booths. We shuffled, one step at a time, until a voice beckoned, “I can help the next person in line!” The man hidden behind the glass simply stared until finally I found the courage to ask for one ticket so that I could enter the park. “That’ll be $32.73.” I slipped the bills beneath the glass and in exchange he pushed a small book back towards me. Blue binding that continued on to the cover was met with a clashing gold banner with “Rhetoric Park” printed in bold letters. “Enjoy your day here at Rhetoric Park,” said the man from behind the counter. The gates were only a few steps away and as I began walking away from the ticket booth, my spot was soon replaced by another wide-eyed college student eager to give their summer earnings for a chance to spend the day in Rhetoric Park. As I continued with the crowd into the park I began thumbing through the pages of the book where maps, show times, and rules littered each page. The park was split up into different sections and after familiarizing myself with the locations of all the rides I decided to start my day off in Identity Isle.
Identity Isle was situated in the back of the park and with each footstep my anticipation grew of what I might find there. Upon entering this section of the park I quickly saw a line had formed in front a tall roller coaster. Those standing in the maze that lead to the loading station were jittery with excitement. I took my place in line and soon realized that small signs were placed every few feet. “This ride is not for those with heart conditions.”
“This ride is not for pregnant women.”
“This ride is not for children under the age of 12.”
“This ride is not for those with a fear of heights.”
As I passed each sign I wondered, “Who is this ride for?”