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Monday, May 30, 2005

Star Wars

So this ordinary, middle-class American male walks into a bar. "Gimme a beer, whatever you have on tap," he says, slapping down a fiver. The bartender, smiling, reaches below the bar, audibly zips his fly, and a moment later produceds a tall glass that looks suspiciously as if it might be full of warm urine. But our guy is a trusting soul, and he gulps it down anyway. Big mistake. He retches, curses, and them storms out, furious.
Three years later, the same guy walks into the same bar and asks the same bartender for a beer. No problemo, says the barkeep. Zzzzip. Handed what again looks like something better suited to a specimen jar, the guy barely hesitates. Down the hatch it goes, and then halfway back up the hatch again. Tears of rage are shed; a lawsuit is threatened. Exit the dude, livid.

Three years later, the same guy walks into the same bar and asks the same bartender for a beer.

You're waiting for the punch line. It's not a joke, I'm afraid. It's a parable. The guy is you, the bar is the neighborhood multiplex, and the third steaming glass of piss you're about to be served with a smile is called Star Wars: Episode III- Revenge of the Sith. For God's sake, don't drink it.
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Courtesy of Esquire.

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That's about how I feel.

It was also lame to listen to Wesley Clarke and Jeffrey Lehman make Star Wars references in their convocation and commencement speeches, respectively.

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