Inspection- The Zombie Jamboree Election
Stay tuned, yes, politics enter the narrative here. Title based on an old Kingston Trio song. See end of column for youtube.
Suffering once again from my usual can’t sleep old man-itis, complicated by recent surgery to relieve collapsed spinal cord located about an inch below my brain, at 1:30am Central I started with my usual fare: Family Guy leading up to Robot Chicken. Back to bed.
Dang it. Still can’t sleep.
So up and flipping between Rachel Maddow, who I rarely get to watch and yet another show with zombie-like villains. Back to bed…
%$#@! Another Inspection column seeps into my wide awake cortex. Best solution: get up and write.
Having bounced around Music Row here in Nashville in the 80s, and been a children’s entertainer for 30 years while watching too many other boring attempts to ply my trade, well, let’s just say I am impressed that so much great creative talent out there escapes the gates put up by entertainment gate keepers. For example, a while back the entertainment industry discovered zombies were popular. I’m waiting for some future Robot Chicken edition where they satirize why so many proposed shows have to have zombies in them, like they did when vampires were so popular.
The program that had me switching back to Rachel was called The Colony, yet another revamp of an already revamped “genre’;” if one dare call it a “genre'”at all. To me, too often, these shows, and movies, are better referred to as “SciFi gone bad.” Really, the concept that the brain dead would rise again and want to eat brains? Why? Where the hell is “science” in that concept? Answer: thrown out the window from the start.
Now, I admit, I do miss the more clever black and white parent of the “modern” versions of this “genre:'” Night of the Living Dead. Brain dead zombies were but a vehicle for displaying man-un-kind’s thoughtlessness, mindless and racism.
These days I swear I can hear some brain dead entertainment pitch guy, or gal, in what laughingly could be referred to as a “brainstorm session” say, “Let’s take it up a notch and add zombie-like characters. They’re SO popular now!”
Despite how bad the whole concept is, it’s nowhere near as bad as the 2016 rendition of silly season.
Hillary fans: do you really think all these attacks, many coming from Bernie supporters, won’t get worse post convention once all the guns are on her? Instead of respectfully discussing the downsides and upsides of a possible Clinton candidacy, those who support her do seem to hide their heads in the political sand too much.
Bernie supporters: do you really think every bat squat conspiracy theory will get Bernie elected? Do you really think as Secretary of State she was personally making every bad policy decision that Obama would have rejected if only he had known? If so, you’re wrong: she served at the pleasure of the president. Pretty much any SOS who pushes their own rogue policy won’t be an appointee for long.
And, really, Dems, do you honestly believe if either ascends some magical coattail factor will decimate the right and everything will be candy and ice cream?
Are you really so brain deprived you can’t understand we might come back to the same nightmare, or worse? in 18? Observe history much?
How well did all that work out post 2008? Get everything you wanted right away?
The greatest irony here is no matter how bad it is on the left it’s far, far worse on the right. How about those brain dead who defend Trump, no matter what, or even worse how little, he says? Or can’t sense how slimy how phony, Cruz is? To repeat a running Stephanie Miller Show joke: “He says it like it is…” You know who else people claimed “said it like it is?” Hitler.
Why do jokes “run?” Don’t they ever walk, skip, waltz or do the Watusi?
From those who won’t even consider problems with Hillary or Bernie, to those who march to Trump’s content free blather: no matter what the tune, I’m beginning to think this is the year of partisan zombies. And look! Soon to arrive of our TV screens, the Winchester Arms of zombie jamborees where they eagerly gather to eat even MORE brains. You know, political conventions?
I hope Bernie wins, and he really does have coattails… I have my doubts.
I hope if it’s Hillary she also has coattails and she has actually changed: not just been parroting some of Bernie’s stances to win. I have my doubts.
But do I know nothing would be as bad as handing power over to the party that, from Reagan to the Bush Crime Family (apologies to the ghost of blogger and good friend, Bartcop for pirating his fav phrase), spent 24 years making the world far more dangerous, far more deadly, and far less free than anything either Hillary,or Bernie, can be honestly, truthfully, accused of.
Vote for the other side, vote for someone who has no chance of winning in some third party, or not vote at all? No, no, and NO. While recently I did have an operation quite close to my personal central processing unit, it didn’t leave me even remotely close to that zombie-like.
Inspection is a column that has been written by Ken Carman for over 40 years. Inspection is dedicated to looking at odd angles, under all the rocks, and into the unseen cracks and crevasses, that constitute the issues and philosophical constructs of our day: places few think, or even dare, to venture.
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