Darth Doofus

There's something I need to get off my chest. Last week I sat down to watch the third of the "new" Star Wars movies, "Revenge of the Sith". I've been very hesitant to do it because I thought "Attack of the clones" really stunk.

Well, I could have saved me the trouble, couldn't I?
Darth Doofus, making a mistake and killing all your fellow jedis and then deciding "what the hell, I might just continue now that I've been naughty" is NOTHING like eating a cookie and deciding "what the hell, I might just eat the whole roll, I've fucked up my diet anyway!".

Seriously? You're so not cool anymore. Even mesa yousa JarJar is cooler than you.
You don't just go "What have I done??!" all shocked and then run off to the jedi temple and slaughter all the little junior jedis. No!

And Padme? I'm not very pleased with you either. There's more to life than men. He would have left the toilet seat up anyway, why give up your will to live?

No. Shame on you, George Lucas. The old Star Wars movies are fun and charming. The new ones? Mesa not approve. In fact, the thought that comes to mind is that it's a shame we don't have film burnings like the loonies who burn books. I'd certainly be squirting that bonfire with lighter fluid. Burn, mother-EE-AH, burn!