I love zombie flicks. What a joy it is to watch mindless pasty-skinned, raccoon-eyed freaks walking around with their drooling mouths half opened, wearing tattered pants (which I believe A&F now sells for $550 a pair), sporting bed hair Clint Howard would kill for as they attempt to feed off non-zombie survivalists. Ah, the simple pleasures of life.
Yep, watching the undead thoughtlessly stagger at a mechanical snail’s pace looking for the next free lunch of flesh and then eventually getting their heads splattered with an axe, mowed down by a Hummer going 90, or dusted with a double-barreled 12 gauge sawed-off shotgun slung by the oh-so-sassy Milla Jovovich as I roast Rocky Patel’s “The Edge” whilst sipping a cold Corona in my candlelit lair (surrounded by taxidermy that rivals the London Natural History Museum’s “Blue Zone”) is what I call a fine Friday evening.
To be clear, my wife thinks my cinematic selections suck, but I’ve watched way too many of her Sandra Bullock movies for her to say crap about my zombie film penchant. Mi esposa and I have a deal now: four chick flicks for her = one zombie movie for me. Yep, for moi, zombie films rock. They are my idea of a date movie.
That said, the only thing that reeks about the zombie genre, however, is when “life imitates art,” as Oscar Wilde said. What am I talking about, you ask? Have I spotted some real life zombies? No, Spanky, not literal zombies, but I have seen in this great land during the last presidential election hundreds of thousands of everyday people become hypnotized and mechanized yes men to Obama and his socialistic big government freedom-strangling entitlement flesh pie.
One of my favorite hellraisers, a young squire named Jason Mattera, the new editor of Human Events (God help you, progressives, because Jason won’t) has also spotted these multitudinous thoughtless oglers of Obama’s oligarchy and has written a screamingly funny and brutally accurate assessment of how the Obama Machine brainwashed America, especially the young ‘uns, into voting for his highness and his catastrophic policies.
In this best selling serum for the mesmerized, Mattera methodically archives how BHO, the Zombie Stream Media and the DNC effectively morphed thinking people into automatons ready and giddy to buy oceanfront property in Arizona.
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