Have you ever found yourself, alone in your in your star fighter, wondering why can't I be a success? Or maybe you have been seated in your Intragalactic Senate Meeting listening to some pompous emmissary from another planet go on and on and on about his problems, and you just wish you could push a shiny red button and blow him, but can't find the creative will to go ahead and do it? Have all your paradigms been shattered? Your change agent exposed as the poseur that that they really are?