I feel so abandoned. I feel betrayed, on the worst possible level. The imaginative wonder that captured my dreams as a child, way back when, is dead. But I had not known it was dead. When Attack of the Clones came out I was as happy as I was when I discovered Star Wars. When the Clone Wars mini series was on television, I felt as if I was living in a magical garden paradise where all is given to you on jewel encrusted golden platters. When I watched Revenge of the Sith on the silver screen I knew that I had something special, something real. There were dissenters, of course, there always must be. These, "Lucas Bashers", they were angry. They hated George Lucas. I could not understand. I was too young. "The Prequels are trash, a joke, blasphemy to what once was holy. George Lucas is a bastard." "How could you say that?" I would ask. Lucas gave us this gift! This treasure of the imagination! I would not let these older, jaded voices ruin what was precious to me.

I say, once. For now I know what they knew all along. George Lucas does not care about Star Wars. He is blind to the legacy that he created. Yes, it started with him, but it became something far bigger than George Lucas. His name may be all over the merchandise, at the beginning of each film and game, but Star Wars does not belong to him. This, this transaction with Disney, DISNEY! is the final nail in the coffin. Star Wars is dead. Has been dead. I can see it now.

I am being dramatic, but dammit George... I once cared.