SURE, A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME, BUT...

On the same day that a trio of fertility scientists chose to gather in Washington to give a press conference on the importance of allowing cloning research to continue in this country - and within a week of the Raelian-backed scientists' announcement that they were going ahead with their current cloning project, off-shore if need be - George Lucas decided to go public with the most eagerly anticipated bit of geek-news in ages: he's finally decided on a name for the next installment in his Star Wars series!

So, what's it gonna be? What is the end result of the years-long quest for the perfect name for his followup to the poorly-received and much-mocked Phantom Menace?

Get ready, cuz it's a doozy...

Star Wars, Episode Two: Attack of the Clones.

In other words, it looks like all the time Lucas has spent up in that mini-utopian, cult-like California compound of his has finally caught up with the fanboy-favorite space/cowboy/pirate movie-shilling auteur. Either that, or he's laughing at the prospective audience, saying to himself - and a close circle of cronies - "I could call it The Day You All Eat Shit and Die, and those fucking loser geeks would STILL give me their ten dollars to see the fuckin' thing! Over and over again, no less! Bwah-ha-ha-ha-haaaa!!!"

Just remember that image - fat old George Lucas, laughing at you through his permanent beard, while you wait in line like some dumb-ass clone-drone, yourself, to see this piece of shit commercial for Happy Meals a new line of over-priced toys put together in Indonesian sweat-shops by kids who aren't allowed to go to the bathroom during their eight hour shifts.

FUCK George Lucas and his shitty fuckin' movies!!!

Boycott!

BOYCOTT!!

BOYCOTT!!!

...enh... what's the fuckin' use...