I was a child when I Star Wars in the FUCKING THEATER in 1977 and I have to say that I am so sick and tired at the mere mention of it. I'm tired of the toys, clothing, shoes, baked goods, candy, wallpaper, posters, books, blankets, pillows, video games, the "shot for shot" remakes by idiot assholes, Star Wars-themed weddings, CEILING FANS (yes, you read that correctly), bike helmets (you read that correctly too), cartoons, "special edition" DVD's WITH "new" commentary, HORRIBLE sequels (or prequels), tattoos on douche-bags, jewelry, lunch boxes, LEGOS kits, the homemade costumes, the fan art, bedrooms decorated in a Star Wars theme by some fucking rich, bored father, the lunches this father also packs up for his wittle douche-bag snookums and finally, the rehashing of every fucking second that went on "behind the scenes." What's next, a condom made to look like a lightsaber? Wait a minute, that's actually a genius idea…time for a Kickstarter!