The audience booed at the statement, but when the oration ended, supposedly, they gave M.R. a standing O. That's the upsetting part, to me, because it's the Zombie Apocalypse at work. Sure M.R. said what he said. Ghastly, grotesque, but not surprising. The audience might have been waiting to hear the punchline after: If our goal is jobs we must stop spending over a trillion dollars more than we earn, to be something like: "I will stop the war." But of course not. Little players, little people, we the people who consume and otherwise do not matter to the world of big players, can and should be morally obliged to do without government health care programs (or any governmental social programs, for that matter), because they must do what they can to support all forms of private enterprise. There's big business at stake, so we must get rid of anything that would dent the lassez-faire flow of free enterprise. Obamacare thus is un-American, for this nation is founded on free enterprise. It's even in the national anthem: O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave, O'er the land of the free enterprise.
But there is a Zombie Apocalypse, and people who have become Zombies do not know it. And to be redundant in a Zombie-like way, they do not know it, because they have become Zombies. Zombies are entities that have lost their souls, and they roam with their arms outstretched, in search of something. Maybe in search of food. Maybe in search of a leader. They react, they respond. If people, the Zombie people, ask for their own troubles, and ask for the perpetuation of their own Zombie identity, who could help them?
"Do you pray ever?" "No. My people pray in a different language, so l never understood. For all l know, they were requesting their own troubles."Shadows and Fog (1991)
