The bedroom that we called our sanctuary, was our haven. In it we had an ESB poster, Han Solo and Princess Leia 12" dolls, Star Wars bedsheets, and an assortment of X-Wings and Emperial shuttle crafts proudly displayed on our bookshelf.
Then Lucas, the almighty redecorator, came in tore down our posters, burned our sheets, and smashed our dolls - all while hasitly replacing them with Jar-Jar action figures, CGI Jabba the Hutt wallpaper, and floating Anakin-head mobiles.
He didn't even let us keep our old toys. He trashed them in place of these "better, cooler" toys he shoved in our room.
Star Wars is my childhood, and I'll be damned if I'm going to just sit here and let Lucas take a crap all over my past.