Friday, August 10, 2007
Jam A Lightsaber In My Forehead... Please.
Dear George Lucas,
Thanks so much for creating a film franchise that's more popular than Christ.
It's no secret that you've made billions from Star Wars product licensing and merchandising. Well, it seems that your gain is my loss. Thanks to you, a perfectly dignified all-American mutt dog gets to spend an afternoon in utter humiliation.
How much is too much, George? Don't you earn more than the GNP of most third world countries? So, I'm curious... when the idea for the Darth Vader dog costume crossed your desk, were you worried you might not have enough to cover your Bentley payment? Or do you just hate self-respecting canines?
Thanks George. I only wish I really WAS Darth Vader. Then I could choke you to death using only the P-O-W-E-R O-F M-Y M-I-N-D.