I FREAKING LOVE THE DEEP DARK CORNERS OF LYNCH'S ASS.

No

You wrong, son.

you've summed it up pretty well but its also very much worth mentioning that Romero never called his creatures zombies until later in his career. It was a word thrust on him, not one of his choosing.

I must respectfully disagree. I've heard this understanding of the ending before, but you have to consider what is reported on the radio, that this phenomenon is occurring all over the eastern half of the country (and presumably, the viewer can interpret, elsewhere). Even if one can believe that the local area is…

You're telling me

Goddougit, Romero's zombies do not eat brains (at least not exclusively).

There's really not much sadder than when ill health forces one out of their chosen profession. Here's hoping for a speedy recovery and no permanent effects (however unlikely that sounds from the description of the accident).

To be fair, everyone is putting way too much value into words and not considering the intent behind the usage. I love croissants.

Public transportation is for suckers.

I don't get it either. LL Cool J ruined the show as far as I'm concerned.

Since when did anybody dislike Django? I front think l recall reading anything very negative about it upon release.

Huh. This is the first episode of this show that I found to be genuinely very good. Albeit, I like these character episodes that TWD does from time to time. My only frustration is that the writers don't turn in this kind of script more often.

Another fair point.

It's a tasteful way to report this, seeing as it's none of our business in the first place.

I give so little of a bad fuck about this show that I did not realize until this moment that it had been back on the air for an entire month. That said, I'm such a sad fucking little bitch for zombie mayhem that I'm downloading S03E01 thru S03E04 now because God forbid I miss a minute of depressed vitriolic hate and…

If anything, Julius Caesar was a bit of a left-leaning ruler for his time. At least according to a book I read years ago that left me with the impression that he actually had a semblance of concern for the common Roman… shit, am I remembering all of this wrong?

For once, some respect shown to a good Nazi!

I buy my pants from Target and Torrent and I have no fucking clue where that puts me on the moral compass. I don't really give a fuck though because at least I'm not spending my money at evil motherfucking Walmart.

It never occurred to me that it could be a feeling of victory but that is because I see very few people taking up the mantles of older legends. Not to sound like a typical old person stereotype, I just don't see another Bowie or Cohen (name-your-hero) coming anytime soon, and probably never when it comes to those two.