Whole lee fuck.

Bruce McDonald’s Pontypool (2008) is goddamn scare reeeeeeee.

It takes place entirely inside of a radio station as a shock jock’s town is slowly overcame by what sounds like a zombie attack.

We slowly learn the virus is being spread by the English language.

Do you see how “what sounds like a zombie attack” is far scarier than me saying that the town was actually overcame by a zombie attack?

That’s where this movie lives. That’s where fear lives.

The provision of just enough information for your brain to freak out...and no more.

This movie preceded the current, white hot market for “horror thrillers with a social commentary” so it feels even more organic.

But, it takes serious this idea that shock jocks are the site of a certain zombiefication of their listeners.

This idea that certain language is infectious and demands to be spread reminds me.

Twitter’s new feature, allowing you to see quote tweets.

Whenever I see a viral conservative tweet from some brain dead commentator, I’m always amazed how it’s spread mainly by liberals.

This idea that all the academic and elite newspapers have content that is hidden behind paywalls.

But, far right sites don’t.

As if some language has some sort of parasitic awareness that it doesn’t need to be right.

It just needs to spread.

The zombies repeat the words of their prey on loop.

Is this not how talking points function?

Political earworms that render the masses like some cannibal parrots.