Return of the Jedi was running on TV this afternoon, and watching the early part of it I found myself thinking that Jabba the Hutt probably wishes Luke's Jedi tricks had worked on him. If they did, he cheerfully lets Leia, Han and the rest go, and there's no trouble. Instead, he gets choked to death, and then whatever was left of him gets blown up with skimmer/skiff/floating pleasure barge thingamabob.
There's a lesson in there, something about listening when people make polite requests. Or, in the spirit of the season, it teaches us if one doesn't get into the spirit of giving, sharing, and good will, they and all their friends will die horribly in a miserable desert. That was the lesson of The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly, too, you know. Blondie didn't give Tuco his cut on their last scam, so Tuco hunted him down and tried to death march him across a barren stretch of desert. At the end of the film, Blondie has learned his lesson, and leaves Tuco half of the gold, as was agreed upon.
*sniff* Acts like that restore one's faith in the ability of people to learn and grow. What a wonderful thing.
OK, enough of that. Have a Merry Christmas, or if Christmas isn't your speed, then have yourself a nice December 24th, or 25th if you're across the dateline. Talk to ya tomorrow.
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