All right. I’m coming out of the closet with this one. And don’t you be judgin’ on me.

I’ve kept this pretty close to the chest for a wee bit.

It’s not something I’m particularly proud of.

And it’s just not something I ever aspired to.

But, there’s simply no more hiding it.

I am–wait for it, wait, wait–a Zombie watcher.  A Walking Dead groupie.  An addict.

What can I say?  I don’t know how it happened, how it started.  I’m not sure when the first hit was.  I just know I can’t stop.  And I don’t know what to do about it.

In fact, I have spent my free time catching up on old episodes, making sure I know the timeline of who joined the group when and who got eaten and who had to be killed and–I know.  Really?  I mean really.  Zombies.  Walkers.  The undead.

I have entered another realm.  And now, I am sorry to say, everyone will know.  And it will be one more embarrassment for my husband to withstand.

What can I say????

AMC’s The Walking Dead is infinitely, INFINITELY, more interesting than the politics of this country right now.

In fact, at this very moment, well, shortly anyway, I’m going to nestle up to my computer and watch the latest episode, drowning my sorrows about the midterm elections in some serious blood and gore.  So instead of refreshing my screen continually and perusing the New York Times site for the latest information, I’m going to head on over to the Undead land and get thoroughly entertained.

I know there is a parallel to be made here somehow, relating the Midterms to the Walking Dead, or the US Congress to the undead, but I’m drawing a blank.  I’m sure it will come to me, but in the meantime, I’m going to get a hit of my latest addiction.  And politics be damned.  It’s all about how fast you can stab a walker in the temple, not how sleazy you can get as a politician.

Oh.  Something is coming to me.  Sleazy, slimy political ads.  Slimy politicians and their slimy promises.  Slimy undead walkers with slimy body parts.  Sliming their way down the road.

Hmmm.  There just might be something there.

Only in zombie land the slimy ones ultimately get put down.

Aha!  I just have to hang out in the alternate universe of The Walking Dead for a bit and imagine all the slimy politicians as walkers.  Who bumble about looking freakishly ridiculous and ultimately meet their doom.

A girl can dream.


About madranchwife

Mother, Mad Ranchwife(as in--at times-- crazy, nutso, loco, off-my-rocker insane), Veterinarian, Physical Therapist, "Liberal, pinko, gay-loving, Subaru-driving Socialist" (as I've been called), proud to be a totally tree-huggin', climate change believin', granola girl environmentalist, ObamaGirl, Pro-Choice (don't even get me started here...), and in my younger days a feminist vegetarian as a result of time spent at CU Boulder (this lasted approximately 14 months, until all the Jimmy Buffett I was listening to caused me to crave a cheeseburger). #FindingMyVoice #ScienceMatters
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