[Eschewing almost all of the "where-have-I-been" crap in favor of just starting up again, I say...] Jim Geraghty at the increasingly-inaptly-named Kerry Spot has precisely nailed my discontent with George Lucas, and by now the entire SW franchise. Excerpts:

…I can’t be the only one who finds a stunning disconnect between the messages of Lucas’ films and the decisions he’s actually made in his life and work. [...] Let me get this straight. [...] I’m being warned about the dangers of capitalism from a man who made perhaps more money from merchandising than any other man in history. I’m getting lectured about the dangers of greed from man who authorized, “C-3POs” breakfast cereal, “The Star Wars Christmas Special” featuring Bea Arthur’s musical number, and not one but two Ewoks made-for-TV movies.

Ouch. More:

Technology is bad, soulless, dangerous, and dehumanizing. Mmm-hmm. This from a man who replaced a tall man in a hairy suit, a projecting the human-eyed loyalty and sadness of Chewbacca, with the CGI cinematic war crime that is Jar-Jar Binks.

Or

I’m being warned about the dangers of a “you’re either with me or against me” attitude, and the viewing of the world in a black and white morality, from a filmmaker who has his villain dress entirely in black, choke the life out of helpless pilots, and blows up entire planets. This from a man whose nuanced moral view required an edit to make Greedo shoot first.

[Insert witty close here that won't sound vapid and pointless following JG's inspired skewerings] [As soon as I think of one.]