Why the hell would anybody blow up that one super cool earth-like planet that I could empathize with?
Because they could’ve picked that desolate fucking bone-dry cotton-mouth-inducing dry heat bonanza to blow up, and made the same god damned point.
Or they could’ve picked Hoth. I lived in Minnesota, so if I could have written Star Wars I’d blow up Hoth because I hate winter and shit, and also, it would’ve proved pretty much the same thing.
I mean, all you gotta do is relax, pick a so-so planet somewhere in the middle that nobody really cares about, in order to maintain the Empire’s ironclad grip on control of Ultimate Power of the FORCE OR WHATEVER oh sorry caps lock.
But then they screwed the pooch; it’s like the Emperor & Vader were a couple total rank amateurs when they picked the NICE Blue Green Turquoise Noble Peaceful Symbol of All That Is Good in the Universe to blow up instead of Hoth or Tattooine or Madison, Wisconny, or whatever.
Because, like, and maybe this is totally obvious and you guys have already thought about all this or something, but, well, HEY THERE VADER HEY THERE EMPEROR PALPATINE OR WHOEVER
DON’T YOU REALIZE THAT YOUR IRRATIONAL TRIGGER-HAPPY ATTITUDE IS GOING TO TOTALLY BACKFIRE ON YOUR SUPPOSED NEFARIOUS PLAN AND NOT EVEN YOUR OWN FAMILY IS GOING TO WANT TO SIT WITH YOU AT THANKSGIVING AFTER THIS
In Texas Hold ‘Em & several other styles of card games, blowing up Alderran or whatever would commonly be referred to in the game as a “TELL”.
So, yeah. Uh, that’s all. We now return to your regularly scheduled programming or something.