You know, there is a silver lining to Michael Bay still making the Transformers movies.
For one, every time one of these clusterf*ck movies comes out, the internet gets a-buzzin' with fellow 80's kids like me to reminisce about how wonderfully bizarre The Transformers were when we were growing up. Old episodes get re-capped, favorite-thing lists are written, the music is everywhere and I get to wax nostalgic about a franchise that might have been created to sell toys, but the fans made it something so much more, which is the very essence of what pop-culture is.
For another, it gives me optimism and hope. There have been three Bay-ergized Transformers movies so far, one kind of okay (which my own hindsight continues to find new reasons to sympathize with) and two that are complete dreck, but you know what? Transformers is still here. It's still fun. Bay didn't take that from us. So honestly, to anyone out there still flipping their shit like someone stole or ruined or somehow RAPED your childhood, chill the fuck out, would you? Go play Fall of Cybertron and realize the franchise is still every bit as fun and entertaining as it ever was.