Star Wars: Who’d be a Stormtrooper?

So there you are. On routine patrol. Working for the powers that be. Things haven’t been great for you for a while. You needed a job and the harvests just weren’t coming in. So you figured, why not the military. See the universe. Learn discipline. Get some life experience. Get your head spectacularly blown off by a floppy haired hippy who wants to get back on his frisbee ship? Hm.

Join the Empire. Get your ass royally kicked all over the joint. While the soundtrack to this little number is pretty crap there’s no denying it makes clear that joining the Empire will get you knocked off a log by a flying cuddly toy!!

Darth Idiots

No fanbase is without it’s lunatic fringe and many would argue that the lunatic fringe starts pretty early among devout Star Wars fans. The coolest perhaps of the Sci-fi cult creators Star Wars is still without a doubt a generator of hilarious nonsense. This time we have a mumbling chubber, a genuinely cheering Trooper dance and Yoda / Ninja baby. These are the Darth Idiots – except the baby. That’s just a baby.

Darth Maul is a seething red and black ball of sadistic evil and malevolent Kung Fu kapowerry. Someone I can only describe as Seth Maul (above) is a mumbling Red and black bulb of silly.

Sometimes it can be said that you can over think things. In fact, the prequels can be pretty much ascribed to a chronic over think of what is a simple subject. Galactic politics and emotional teenage chatter or fighter battles and lost Jedi? Neither. A man in a muddy car boot sale thrusting his crutch to a silly song. Lucas was wrong both times.

Appearing here before – Yoda baby. Formerly Ninja baby. Hey ya!!