May the Fourth be better for you than it has for me…

What a frakin’ day.

Wait, that’s Battlestar Galactica.

What are the curse words in Star Wars? Han tells that doubting Thomas dude on Hoth that if his Tauntaun freezes to death before the first marker then he’ll see him in Hell… though is that a curse or more a religious factoid?

Whatever the case, I seem to have developed a C3PO mentality: we seem to be made to suffer… it’s our lot in life.

I’m just having a really bad day, week, month, year. Anything I try and do seems to backfire and make things much, much worse.

I just ALWAYS seem to have a very bad feeling about all this.

And whether I do or do not, it seems whatever I do makes me wish I did not.

Today’s “running” example – The May the Fourth Be With You Half Marathon.  Where I was less a sleek blockade runner and more a lumbering imperial walker.

I walked so, so much of it. I feel terrible, like I’ve been interrogated on Bespin… and the worst part was they didn’t even ask any questions.

In this world of a GOP doomsday cult helblent on denying science, facts, insurrections, and kindness,, I’m reminded of Yoda’s OTHER big lesson:

“Fear is the path to the dark side … fear leads to anger… anger leads to hate … hate leads to suffering.”

Not the cheeriest of posts for Star Wars day… but maybe we all could use a reminder that the dark side is out there, waiting to launch an armada of planet killers from not Exegol but Mar-A-Lago.

E chu ta.

Poodoo.

Blast it, Biggs.