While the shirt preshrunk is peddling does nothing for me, I can’t argue with this:
Now say what you will about zombieism, but at least it’s an ethos. Well, okay — it’s not so much an ethos as it is an unrelenting, ravenous craving for brains.
I feel that way about creationism sometimes. I start to respect the IDolators for their attempts at making inhuman silliness seem warm and fuzzy and serious. Then I remember that they’re trying to destroy my mind.