Sometimes a story becomes a saga, which then becomes a franchise, which then becomes a genre, which then becomes a medium.

Star Wars has gone beyond that; it's become its own economy, where it's even spawning industries of its own. And one of those industries (which sucks) are Star Wars reaction/outrage merchants, who live off the crumbs of Star Wars by appealing to people who don't even like the damn thing.

"A hoonter must hoont."

"Now would be a bad time to ask her remind me of our son's name..."

Hmm... perhaps it is finally time...

The old people who run the world feel the weight of their impending deaths, but in their narcissism they have mistaken it for the oncoming end of the world.

They're a liminal space, Jerry!

It is the perfect organism...

Burma Shave.