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The world is being overrun with zombies

The rabid in 21st century do not get a Rabies shot. They get to run the nation.
The zombie apocalypse is already here. foaming at mouth. brains rotten. fangs out. Out to destroy the civilisation (as we dreamed of in 20th century), unmindfully. The zombies have worn different colors through the centuries and eons, so don't let the color fool you. Saffron, Green, red, cross.. all colors and symbols are rendered in blood of innocent people. The blood of weak ones who refused to become zombies.

Hatred is forced through the empty minds and hearts of the gullible through the television sets and newspapers. The TV set is the scalpel and hammer that is used in the mass lobotomy. The talking heads on TV eat out the faculty of reason and empathy from the brains and hearts of the weaklings. All that remains is a tangled mass of raw twitching nerves. 

They rove the country in search of other gullible idiots, whose brains they can infect with sordid tales of imagined hurt sentiments. Stoked with imagined slights and outrages, the gullible are forever sent to war with each other. The warring masses are a comfortable diversion for the powerful to continue their loot of the nation.

The zombie masses, clutching their breasts with smouldering hatred, are out there to defend the all powerful. The small, the marginal, the weak, the oppressed are their targets. These weaklings in their minds are the danger. The all powerful leaders are apparently the victims. Orwell already.

"Give us pain, give us righteousness, give us a meaning". and so they are given. and so they are ruled. and so they are driven to the ground.

Don't be a zombie. kill the brain eating ideas. save your brains.

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