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The sun still rises in the east…

Well, if we’re all going to be hostages of the welfare state, much like in ancient Rome, we can enjoy the bread and circuses. A hot topic that has yet to be posted upon by your Gormogons is the acquisition of Lucasfilm by Disney for $4 billion dollars.

The purchase was met with mixed feelings by fandom. There were concerns that Disney would create tweenage comedy dreck that would rival the Star Wars Holiday Special (1978), or other nightmarish scenarios involving the Apple Dumpling Gang or some bizarre Princess/Fairy mashup.

Dr. J., on the other hand, welcomed the purchase, as there is so much room in the Star Wars universe for exploration, that a smart production company could have a lifetime of entertainment riches to mine. Disney has done a great job with old properties of late. The Czar, for example, enjoyed John Carter of Mars, which Dr. J. has yet to see. Dr. J. loved Tron: Legacy and enjoys Tron Uprising. Furthermore he loves, loves, loves Avengers: Earths Mightiest Heroes, which is essentially Marvel comic book Pr0n wrapped up in 52 22-minute segments. He has mixed feelings on Ultimate Spider-Man, more because he doesn’t like it when the 4th wall is broken down, than anything else, because Paul Dini’s work is of the usual caliber.

Dr. J. suspects movies and television programing more of the caliber of The Clone Wars series than the prequels. They might hit paydirt with the right screenwriter and director for VII, VIII and IX, but Dr. J. will be happy if they’re better than the prequels. In addition, it might permit a refresh of Hollywood Studios (which needs some work), and even the Future-world part of Epcot.

In addition, by selling the property to Disney, George Lucas relinquishes creative control, so his ability to create abominations (specifically Jar Jar Binks and the poor script writing that plagued the prequels) are gone. Dr. J. suspects that one of the reasons Lucas sold was because of looming tax-mageddon, and he wanted to shore up his children’s legacies, and his ability to do what he wanted with the profits via foundations that he’s created, and good for him. That’s the power of capitalism, but it is a shame that he felt his hand forced by his hero, mmm mmm mmm Barack Hussein Obama.

About Dr. J.

Dr. J. was born the son of a New Atlantean sharecropper who cornered the market on notoriously delicious seaweed Himanthalia elongata (popularly known as Thongweed). With his newly minted seaweed fortune, Mr. J. the Elder sent his son to attend the Academy of Sorcery, Alchemy and Surgery where the good doctor apprenticed with the finest sorcerer surgeons in New Atlantis. Dr. J.'s areas of expertise grew to include bleeding, cutting for stone, trephination, medical divination with outstanding spatial and temporal resolution, cybernetic sorcery and medicinal alchemy. When King Orin of Atlantis fell ill with the Ick, Dr. J. stepped in with an elixir he devised from a combination of minerals, herbs and saps. Curing the king, Dr. J. gained significant notoriety which afforded him the luxury of time to devote himself to his side hobbies which include porpoise racing, the study of supply-side economics, cooking and raising his lovely merchildren alongside his lovely bride the archconservative Mrs. Dr. J.