“Where are you going?” C-3PO asked the astromech droid, who was rolling implausibly through the sand. This was the day C-3PO learned his friend’s full name was R2-DTour, and they’d never get where they were going again.

I’m sorry, but Trump attends the White House Correspondent’s Dinner for the first time since 2011, when Obama epically roasted him, and in front of a room full of media people he loathes—and there’s an active shooter? It feels like he chose the fake news as the venue for another false flag…

Hello, Galaxy! You’re not alone. You matter. Your story matters. It’s as true today as it was yesterday. It will be true tomorrow.