And no, you ain't seeing things backwards, children.
Roland lost a bet with me at Meilori's, so I get to start the A-Z CHALLENGE ball rolling.
Why, wouldn't life be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen?
So I thought I'd start at Z and leave it to Roland and his other ghostly friends to work to A.
And if that riles you, I remind you who the beloved literary genius happens to be t'wixt the two of us! :-)
Which brings me to ... Zombies!
Whoever thought those critters with terrible table manners would be as popular as they are in this cross-eyed age? Certainly not this pilgrim.
Now, I am sure part of their popularity in this loving, compassionate society is the fact of seeing violence gleefully performed on seemingly deserving subjects:
Zombies can be killed in no end of creative ways, and since they don’t feel pain and are already dead, there’s no real need to feel guilty about it ...
and life for most folks these moral-dented days it seems is running from the very concept of guilt, don't you know?
But I further propose, children, that your fascination with zombies represents a subpressed understanding that something is wrong—
morally wrong—with our culture.
Why, zombies represent the appetite divorced from nigh everything else. They are incapable of judgment, self-awareness, or even self-preservation.
Though they still move and act, they are not really alive.
They hunger and are never filled ... much like your average Congressman!
And why they ain't just hungry for anything—they specifically want to eat the living, and even more specifically the brain, seat of rationality and self control.
I submit that this rise in popularity of zombies reflects a rise in anxiety over the elevation of appetite in modern life,
a popular recognition that appetite has gotten out of control, and that unchecked, unreflective, and immoderate appetite is a form of the worse death imaginable.
What do you readers think?