Blogging and Zombies

I hate zombie movies. I hate all pervading doom where there is no hope for tomorrow except, maybe, for a macho few without sentiment who can "put a bullet in the head of the thing that used to be your friend". I hate being afraid and I hate losing what little scrap of dignity that I have. When I imagine myself in a zombie situation I imagine myself dying, because unlike a lot of people I have very few illusions about my relative fitness in a world of anarchy and survival of the meanest. I am a creature and a product of civilization. I would no more fantasize about civilization coming down around my ears than I would about cutting out my own liver or how much fun it would be to rough it without hot water and refrigerated food. I not only would not survive the end of the world, I would not want to survive it. I would rather die than live in such a world.

I remember an exchange between George Falconer and a colleague in the movie A Single Man on the subject of bomb shelters and surviving nuclear war.

“There will be no time for sentiment when the Russians fire a missile at us.”
“If it’s going to be a world with no time for sentiment, Grant, it’s not a world that I want to live in.”

Well said, George, well said.