If you're the sensitive sort, be careful. In the grand tradition of the Rottweiler, these posts are kinda sorta laced with some profanity action. But never mind that. I found this through a comment by a fellow named Duncan Avatar over at Rusty Shackleford's Jawa Report.
NB: I've recently been asked why I'm so bloody cheerful about claiming affinity with the clearly established bad guys of the Star Wars universe. I can only say this: "It's a question of preferable caricature. Andrew Sullivan tries to imply that we're some sort of latter day Torquemadas, running around trying to make the sequel to The Pit and the Pendulum. Various others constantly try to make us out as being descended straight from the Nuremberg rallies of the 1930s, itching to build Auschwitz South at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba.
When pre-destined to be the agents of evil in the American political landscape and given a choice in costuming and weaponry between a) Roman Catholic frocks and the rosary, b) feldgrau and gas chambers, or c) black robes, black cloaks, and lightsabers, well, I'll choose "C" every single time. It's much more fun to cruise about in an Executor-class Star Destroyer as opposed to the Bismarck or one of Phillip II's treasure galleons. Since we're damned to be the villains of this narrative, then I might as well enjoy myself.
Shane Falco was wrong: Chicks don't dig scars. Chicks dig Dark Jedi.
Tip of the Executor hat to Steve the Llama Butcher.
Posted by Country Pundit at May 27, 2005 11:40 AM