Bring Out Your Dead

I know I’ve been saying for a long time, that I’ll make a video getting into George Romero’s zombie quintology, and have yet to deliver the goods. My own schedule turned back towards non-vampire time, I happened to be up this past Friday and was flipping through the early afternoon Conspiracy Radio airwaves. {*1}

One host was relaying a couple of wacky mainstream news stories about how it within the realm of possibility, that one day, reanimated corpses could be walking the Earth among “us,” hence I was compelled to call in and chat about zombies. Consider the below 20 minute clip an unofficial preview of things to come [direct].

I don’t have the exact stories, but a quick search of the news wires, produces a slew of results that suggest the zombie movies, are meant to be taken literally.

Florida is All Set if Zombies Invade
Scienctists Create Zombie Dogs
Mathematical Modelling for an Outbreak of Zombie Infection
When Zombies Attack, Math is on Your Side [variant of above]
Zombie Ted Kennedy to Succeed Ted Kennedy in the Senate
Zombie Story Gets Student Arrested For Terrorism
Zombies Are a Very Real Phenomenon

As said in the audio file, zombie movies are meant to be taken metaphorically, to interpret them any other way is counter-productive. The creators of all the post-Romero fast-zombie movies missed the point too. The reason zombies move slow is because they are dumb as fuck. It is a reflection of the mental process.

It’s a fairly safe bet that anyone who finds themselves happy inside a shopping mall isn’t operating at anywhere above 1/3 normal mental speed. Intimately related to said matters is an old travel journal of mine, an expansion of my hellish tale.

+ click to read –> Shopping Mall Hell (Ch. 23) <– click to read +

Now, had this young Rebel, been willing to “take one for the team,” so to speak, some of you guys may have had the opportunity to read the above already. Oh how naive I was, awaiting my book deal, only to learn that the “casting couch” applies to authors as well [¡damn my cuteness!]. “I could read this manuscript a lot better if you weren’t wearing any pants,” crowed the old hag sitting opposite me.

Can’t say I didn’t mull it over in my head, thinking many had paid this price. Pride intervened: “I’m a writer, not some dumb bimbette actress wanna-be!” Then again, I’m sure she wanted more than just to see “the goods.” My penis listens to my eyes, not my brain. He’d have been uncooperative. Hence, best case scenario would have been to lose my dignity and still not walk away with a book deal.

Have been spending some time getting caught up on Romero’s movies, which I don’t think you have to be a major brainiac to figure out that zombies are a metaphor for the [brain]dead [friends, family, neighbors] who walk among us. This weekend, I was entreated to learn that even though I see Romero’s use of the metaphor as overt, he still has a penchant for the sublime:

As hinted, Stygian Port and I are clandestinely working on a joint project and one of the topics that came up so far is immortality. I was reminded of an old spam mail, which was spared deletion due to the title that caught my attention: “When You Lie About Your Age, the Terrorists Win.” Thought it was a joke, hence I was half-right.

The above whore [the center one] is an unwitting dupe, and another brainless zombie who helps promote this culture of death. As I’ve said before, the marking of time, is yet another subversive means of making sure we take that march through the valley of death, as the shithead Jehovah [or whatever other name you wanna call him] shepherds us from cradle to grave, ensuring we don’t delay that journey of ignoble ignorance. An excerpt from comedian Carole Leifer’s sick joke:

“If I don’t sleep with a woman soon, I think I’ll kill myself.” That’s what I remember saying to my buddy Ed on the golf course right before this all happened. I was eager. I was pumped. “I’m ready for my lesbian fling, Mr. DeMille!” Turning 40 does that to you. Forget that I’d already been married and had only dated men my entire life. It didn’t matter, because when you feel that Sapphic siren call, there is no backing down. And before I knew it, as if in a dream, this vision appeared right before my very eyes.

So, this whore is not only on the Oprah book list, hence being consumed by middle-aged zombies all over America, but also being promoted to push the lesbian agenda. Oh what a useful little whore you are Carol Leifer. Bravo! Bra V O!

Is crossing your fingers while turning your ass to them, a way of conveying to your audience that everything in the book of is bullshit? Ah, revelation of the method! On a future Oprah: “Sistas! If you don’t die by the time you’re 65 and give many a twat a sloppy wet lickin’ by the time you turn 40, then you’re with the terrorists!”

Speaking of the gay agenda, I got a little curious while writing this, and checked out the new mainstream Hollywood Zombie film grabbing all the headlines, i.e., being promoted to the Zombies. Oh, man, what a stinking pile of shite that was. {*5}

The film, actually started off pretty good. It matter-of-factly greeted the audience “from the United States of Zombieland,” and said that when the outbreak started, the fat people were the first to die, cause they couldn’t run very fast. So, yea somewhere around 66% of Americans went in a few days [¡we’ll miss you Oprah!].

It introduces us to the survivor, and he theorizes that one of the big advantages he had over the less fortunate, was not having friends and family. That falls right in line with what I’ve been preaching in my Burning Ring series.

Also, for the benefit of those who are learning to decipher, he mentions that there’s only one thing he fears more than zombies. Clowns! But, like most movie “ideas” pitched with fervor, and then poorly consummated, or pretty much any Kevin Smith movie since Clerks, it starts off with promise, and then breaks down into mindless drivel, peppered heavily with subversive social engineering agendas. Basically, what we have here is a Zombie movie, made by zombies.

The hero, is of course, one of these typical effeminate panty-waste “males” [if you can still call them that], that the Medes insist/have been ordered to on presenting to/ramrod up into the publics consciousness. The main course: androgynous boys, who are also, physically effeminated via the casting process [starfish to stardom].

His counterpart is Woody Harrelson, who plays a throwback masculine “cowboy,” wearing that snake-skin jacket we’ve seen in countless films [notably, on “the fireman” Cage]. He’s a Brokeback Mountain Survivor. A holdout. He says things like “Thank God for rednecks!” IMHO, such would survive impending chaos a lot longer than effeminated “civilized” city metrosexuals. He’s a throwback.

We’re then presented the two female leads. They are aggressive, masculine [more so than “the boy”], had been making a living by preying on desperate lonely men for their money [hence, they are strippers, not whores], and regularly steal from/cheat our odd pairing of men. One of the girls, is played by 12 year old, Abigail Breslin, notably the star of pedophilic promotion “comedy” Little Miss Sunshine.

I, for one, failed to see what was so funny about a seven-year-old being trained, and indubitably, molested, by her pornography-addicted grandfather. Probably, why the film won all those, ahem, “independent” cinema awards. Right!

Note: It just occurred to me that this would now be the second time young Abigail indirectly played a stripper, and that’s having seen only two movies she’s been in. Her future looks very “bright!” Poor girl.

“12 is the new 20,” says Zombieland’s little trollop; an open admission of the whorification agenda. Considering the example of the 13-year-old in the audio, and that this movie takes place in the near future, it's probably a natural conclusion that the average 12 year old, by then, will have already had more sexual partners than the average 20 year old of a quarter century ago. Elementary, my Dear Watson.

The last semblance of plausibility fell apart, when these “survivors” decided to drive across the country to Hollywood, of all places, and discuss nothing but pop culture [reverently] along the way, even co-promoting/discussing how Hannah Montana “changes” when she dons a wig. Note to zombie writers, directors, et al: you put the zombies are in the car, not outside it. Oh wait, I’m trying to educate zombies, kind of like “Doctor Frakenstein” from Day of the Dead.

Technically however, the house of cards masquerading as a plot, was already coming down when Hannah Montana’s #1 Fanna, got “the drop” on Wild West Rugged Individualist, not once, but twice. I mean, anyone with [even half] a brain in their head [i.e., one not zombified] could guess as to how a girl who has been “Cyrusly Indoctrinated” would instinctively respond when faced with a cylindrical object pointed at her head, right? The zombies probably overlooked such.

At first, I found myself getting “angry,” wondering why Woody didn’t slap the gun out those little bitches hands, and as another topical old Mojo Nixon song crooned, “Drive them to their [zombie] Daddy’s house, but first, give them a good spanking!” Then I realized, that was the social engineering being directed at me. They are working overtime to get the sexes to hate one another. Crafty fucks!

By the end of the film, Woody, whom we are told throughout the film, has this unnatural craving for twinkies, finally gets one. Inevitably, he is tossed one by the castrating Lolita. StarFishBoy narrates, “As he savored that spongy yellow log filled with cream.” Note to those who’s understanding of biology came from pornography, the penis is not made of wood. Essentially, it is a mass of spongy tissue.

The most notable failing of the [in denial] gay hero (the man-boy), was one of his “survival” mechanisms; the adhering to a set of rules, of which, he has 31, before he meets Harrelson. He regularly doles out programmed slave wisdom, like “Always wear your seat-belts” [a variant of the equally moronic “always wear a condom“].

Late Addition per Stygian Port: per the urban dictionary, a Twink is “an attractive, boyish-looking, young gay man. The stereotypical twink is 18-22, slender with little or no body hair, and is not particularly intelligent. A twink is the gay answer to the blonde bimbo cheerleader.” Hm, who does that sound like? Who could it be?

Here’s a little mindfuck alert for the zombies who watched this in theaters, hence in some kind of catatonic trance: those who adhere to rules, aside from being already dead, wouldn’t survive for too long in a world of chaos. There is the possibility, however, that this was put in, not for the duMbASSES, but for the servants of the state/apparatus. Stick to the rules, and we’ll make sure you’re OK when the shit hits the fan, when our plans are realized. Note to any such reading this: Hitler’s brownshirts were also really good at observing the rules.

The rule that was given the most attention to the film, was, and of little surprise to me: Rule #17. It stated, “Don’t be a hero.” Actually, good advice. However, at the end, after these boneheads risk their lives to save the same girls who just screwed them over a third time. He changes the rule to “Be a Hero.” Oh yea, go ahead, “sacrifice yourself to HER” you dumbfuck! Lucy’s burning hole needs your blood!

Judging by initial verbal reactions to these thoughts, I guess I should point out that [in his mind], the narrator does so for the “hole” of the older sister, not the “tween.” That would be Emma Stone, starlette of forgettable social engineering vehicles such as Superbad and The House Bunny [where she played “the dyke/tomboy”]. Oh, and worth a mention, he, of course, doesn’t even get laid. She only lets him get to “first base.” But, [zombie] strippers aren’t supposed to fuck you, hence she stayed in character. His name? Jesse Eisenberg? 🙄 No comment.

The film, and the symbolism were a little too obvious. I guess they didn’t want to waste one of the handful of semi-intelligent studio writers/directors on this piece of crap. As I’ve long suspected, the zombies were given free reign to make this movie. Some “executive” presence then put himself on the set just to make sure all the agendas were served, and all the proper homages/respects were paid.

So, when is Rule #33 coming I wondered? At the end. Somewhat discreetly. Mr. Panty-waste reiterates Rule #32, and then adds, “Oh. And this really has nothing to do with anything, but remember, a little sunscreen never hurt anyone!” {*6}

The above scene is not from Zombiewasteland, but from George Romero’s Dawn of the Dead. It’s safe to say that George Romero is illumined. However, when you compare the degenerative shite of the former example with any of George Romero’s movies, you see one serves as programming, while the latter as a wake up call. It’s not his fault that the average person was too far-gone to “get it.”

I would hope not too many of my readers fell for the “Freemasons are evil” conspiracy trap one inevitably runs into in the truth business. There are bad Freemasons and there are good Freemasons. There are many good Catholics out there too. Heck, believe it or not, there are even a few good Jews around. 😉

With Halloween now approaching, I now have to share another personal note, but this time, one that has nothing to do with is not directly related to my penis. Every year that I dress up, I become a zombie. It’s a ritual. While everybody runs around dressing up as someone else, I disguise myself as one of them [the zombies] and try to blend in. They usually don’t eat their own.

Speaking of everyone else, a friend of mine used to say something I thought was kind of cute, and would repeat at this time of year. A few years ago, I found people “correcting me.” So, just for the record, my friend’s Shannon’s original phrase:

“Halloween. It’s a yearly excuse for all these dumb bimbos to dress like the whores that they truly are.”

The pirated dumbed-down agenda serving Hollywood retooling via Mean Girls was: “Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it.” I guess that’s the kinder gentler version. Hence, why I’ve heard it out of the mouths of the same girls dressed the part.

In case you’re wondering if you’re a zombie, here’s a quick litmus test that may, or may not, make it into my movie [donations may help motivate me devote energies to]. If you answer “yes” to to any of the following questions, you are a zombie. If you answer yes to all three, then you are beyond salvation.

• You are a “fan” of Sex and the City, Entourage, or anything on MTV.
• Your music collection includes more than one song from Billboard’s top 40.
• You think Ben Stiller is funny.

Child zombies are a sensitive subject. Few directors have dared to touch it, hence kudos to Romero for explaining it’s too late; you have to put them out of their misery as well. Though I suspect few such parents read this: if you are one who encourages Disney, Miley and MTV to zombify your children, and financially supported their intake of such, then they stopped being your children a long time ago. Your parental role has effectively been reduced to zombie breeder and you should probably do the world a favor, and put yourself out of your our misery.

One of the few failings I’ve seen in any of Romero’s movies to date, is the phrase, “When there’s no more room in hell, the dead will walk the Earth.” Hard to say if Romero uses that because the priest class insisted on it, or if he also suffers from childhood brainwashing/indoctrination. The implanting of such a phrase, makes one miss the obvious, that this is in fact hell [more on in burning ring vii].

“By the skillful and sustained use of propaganda, one can make a people see even heaven as hell or an extremely wretched life as paradise.” — Adolf Hitler

And, I’m also not sure, come documentary time, how to handle the meme of “we are them, and they are us,” which is repeated in almost every one of said films and remakes. As I said in the journal above, “I am not brethren” to such creatures.

I have chosen to, and am struggling to, evolve. Come, evolve along with me, so that we can say, “We were once them, and they are no longer us.” That, my friends, is the true zombie apocalypse.

 

A Few Other Arbitrary Celtic Rebel Posts on Related or Similar Subject Matter
Aug 2009: Social Engineering 101	Apr 2010: Romance is Dead
Oct 2009: Bring Out Your Dead	Apr 2008: Who’s Your Daddy?

 

*1, *2, *3, *4: Are the original footnotes belonging to the substory referenced above. [LB]

*5: I could bitch and moan that I want those 80 minutes of my life back, but this came about after I discovered that George Romero is releasing a new dead film, Survival of the Dead and started “jonesing” for something new. For those still tempted to suck up Zombieland’s overt social-engineering, there are nearly 10 hours of Romero films available on the subject for you to better spend your time on. [LB]

*6: That’s patently false, even on the surface. Sunscreen, of which most variants worldwide, are composed of petrochemical waste, is the number one culprit in the rising number of global skin cancers. Oh, and I guess, if taken in sync with Knowing, then the closing serves as an ominous warning. Quick, get thee to thy Burning Ring! [LB]

~ by celticrebel on October 8, 2009.