I’ve been musing upon the ongoing problems in New Orleans. The stadium evacuation is being put on hold until the military can do it, because apparently the civilian rescuers weren’t up to the task of being mobbed and then SHOT AT by those they were there to rescue.
This, my friends, is what martial law is for. Civilization is never more than about three meals away from collapse, and when it collapses, even if only 10% of the population is making trouble, that’s about 100 times the number of troublemakers a “civilized” state is prepared to deal with. So let’s get un-civilized, declare martial law, and let the military handle it the way it needs to be handled.
Thinking about that is not what makes me a terrible person. Read on…
Well, WHILE I was thinking this, WHILE I was musing on the fact that people are starting to die from things a civilized state won’t let them die from — asthma, renal failure, diabetes, exposure — it occured to me that all this is happening in New Orleans.
Martial law. Bodies piling up. Armed gangs. All in NEW ORLEANS.
The only thing missing is ZOMBIES. In a city that embraces and glorifies the art and culture of the voudouin, there SHOULD be shambling, angry, hungry-for-living-flesh zombies, wading out of the depths towards those few places still above water…
Call Spielberg. No, wait… George A. Romero. He’s the expert. And if he thinks its too tasteless, maybe we can get Quentin Tarantino, Paul Verhoven, or Robert Rodriquez to direct.