No, YOU Get a Life

Yes, this is in fact a _Star Wars_ post.
Kindof.
Yet, also, it is a promise to cancel my subscription
to our local paper today.

Let's explore.

My Local Paper's Political Cartoon:

Fat, gross, white man w/shaggy hair, glasses,
in front of a computer,
in a basement,
slice of pizza in right hand,
Star Wars paraphanilla scattered around.

Caption [from guy's headset]:
"Camping out at the mall will be fun . . .
I'll get my light saber toothbrush
and my Chewbacca jammies-- . . .
remember, no girls allowed!!"

Caption from up the stairs:
"YOU'RE 40! GETTA JOB!!"


After 25 years (?),
and after making $50 million on opening night,
I gotta wonder why the cartoonist
isn't in a second frame himself:

balding and stooped over a wide studio desk,
garfield paraphanilla scattered about,
pencil squeezed in hand,
his tongue hanging out,
caption reading:

"I'm 42! Can't I squeeze out just
one more tired cliche about my kid brother??!"