These aren't the Droids I'm voting for
But as I tried to get into those stories again, my mind kept going back to the spin I'm faced with on a daily basis. Something was nagging me. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but then it dawned on me. Threepio, with his constant negativity and bitching, was starting to sound like John Kerry.
A whole lot like John Kerry.
I'm not kidding...check this out and see if this doesn't sound familar:
THREEPIO: We'll be destroyed for sure. This is madness!
Secret mission? What plans? What are you talking about? I'm not getting in there!
Are you sure this things safe?
How did I get into this mess? I really don't know how.
No more adventures. I'm not going that way.
That malfunctioning little twerp. This is all his fault! He tricked me into going this way, but he'll do no better.
I'm only a droid and not very knowledgeable about such things. Not on this planet, anyways. As a matter of fact, I'm not even sure which planet I'm on.
I told him not to go, but he's faulty, malfunctioning; kept babbling on about his mission.
And from The Empire Strikes Back:INTERIOR: MILLENNIUM FALCON -- COCKPIT
THREEPIO: Captain Solo, this time you have gone too far. (Chewie
growls) No, I will not be quiet, Chewbacca. Why doesn't anyone listen
HAN: (to Chewie) The fleet is beginning to break up. Go back and stand
by the manual release for the landing claw.
Chewie barks, struggles from his seat, and climbs out of
THREEPIO: I really don't see how thats going to help. Surrender is a
perfectly acceptable alternative in extreme circumstances. The Empire
may be gracious enough...
Leia reaches over and shuts off Threepio, mid-sentence.
HAN: Thank you.