The Wife alerts me to the news that a known terrorist, responsible for the deaths of thousands of government employees in not one but two treacherous attacks, is about to be allowed to enter our country.
It speaks to the ineffectiveness of Administrations past and present that the sizable bounty placed on this dangerous insurgent (after his cowardly efforts to sabotage two Homeland Security installations) hasn't led to his capture. Worse, he's poised to cross our borders unmolested and continue spreading hairy chaos on new, unsuspecting targets.
An outrage, says I. You don't mess around with Imperial pride, and these colors (black and...black) don't run. Bring the Wookiees on, and we'll get both him and his traitorous Corellian partner. Dead or alive.
5-25-1977...we will never forget.
Those Wookiees sure look like evildoers to me. I say we go get 'em!
Dude, you should know better than to diss a Wookie.
*roar*
It's all this political correctness that is the problem. If airport screeners could pull out every seven foot tall wookie that tried to get on an airplane and really grill them, Chewbacca would never stand a chance of infiltrating our country's outstanding Homeland Dufusence Department's efforts to protect Real Americans.
Now that's funny.