Daniel Drezner’s Theories of International Politics and Zombies predicted that a zombie outbreak, as devastating as it would be, probably would not mean total annihilation for the human race. “The public benefits of wiping the undead from the face of the earth are quite significant, boosting the likelihood of significant policy coordination,” he said. Nonetheless, the zombie canon is “quick to get to the apocalypse,” he noted.
So, what would that apocalypse look like? How might it play out on a global scale?
While writers have offered plenty of horrifying visions, fewer have offered a more comprehensive look than Max Brooks in his thriller World War Z, which is as infectious as the zombie plague he writes about.
In other words, once you pick it up, there’s no turning back. It’s nearly impossible to stop. And six years after it was first published—six years after I first read it—the book still sticks me like a creeping nightmare that’s both terrifying yet somehow still delicious. Continue reading
Last night I almost could not get to sleep for laughing. The last headline I saw before turning in was “Gene Simmons, Kiss Frontman, Endorses Mitt Romney, Regrets 2008 Barack Obama Endorsement.”
Wow. The musician who bragged 10 years ago that he had slept with over 4,600 women (and kept Polaroids of all of them!) is endorsing a family-values candidate for president. Of course, that “family values” aspect is not Gene Simmons’ motivation. It’s all about business. He’s also an entrepreneur and believes that “America is a business and should be run by a businessman.” Continue reading
You know how every so often somebody will publish a list of the greatest rock bands in history? Those usually make for interesting reading. Beatles, check. Rolling Stones, check. Led Zeppelin, Radiohead, Pink Floyd, Jimi Hendrix Experience, U2, The Who, Nirvana, Celine Dion, REM… Wait, what? Back up.
Always happens. You have your obvious picks, you have some fresh blood that may be just controversial enough to spark conversation (and site traffic), and then you have your moments of pure barking idiocy that completely annihilate the credibility of the whole enterprise. As it turns out, the same thing happens when prestigious university faculties go about honoring the greatest journalists of the past century. Continue reading
If you visit Colonial Williamsburg, you can’t miss the big three: George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, and Patrick Henry. They’re everywhere: portrayed by actors, mentioned in presentations, sold as bobbleheads (OK, I didn’t see the bobbleheads, but I’m sure they were there). Visitors cheer the actors portraying them almost as if they were the real individuals. I’m most familiar with that great historical conundrum, Jefferson, reasonably conversant about Washington. Henry? Not so much.
Patrick Henry is one of those historical one-hit-wonders: “Give me liberty or give me death!” Consequently, he makes the perfect philosophical ancestor for the Tea Party: easy to understand, memorable and the perfect embodiment of their passionate, grassroots opposition to Big Government. Except that’s not entirely true. Neither Patrick Henry nor his Tea Party descendants are what they seem. Continue reading