Full disclosure: I’m a huge fan of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. What The Godfather is to Francis Ford Coppola, the Buffy saga is to Mr. Whedon: a one-of-a-kind masterpiece. If Mr. Coppola never had another thing to say, The Godfather
trilogy would have been enough. If Mr. Whedon never brought another screenplay to fruition, he has made an indelible mark on the popular culture.
But Mr. Whedon continues to forage in fantasy. This time he has spun an apocalyptic vision starring Mitt Romney in the role of President of the United States. He envisions a world in which the restoration of personal liberty and “ungoverned corporate privilege” will result in poverty, joblessness, and the loss of a woman’s “reproductive rights.”
Romney is ready to make the deep rollbacks in health care, education, social services, reproductive rights, that will guarantee poverty, unemployment, overpopulation, disease, rioting, all crucial elements in creating a nightmare zombie wasteland. But it’s his commitment to ungoverned corporate privilege that will nose-dive this economy into true insolvency and chaos. The kind of chaos you can’t buy back. Money is only so much paper to the undead. The 1% will no longer be the very rich, it will be the very fast. Anyone can run, fight, make explosives out of household objects or especially do parkour of any kind – you’ll want to stick with them, unless they read Ayn Rand.
Mr.Whedon apparently prefers the nightmare he knows: four more years of trillion dollar deficits, 23 million unemployed or underemployed workers, $5-a-gallon gasoline, Barack Hussein Obama.
As some of us rewind and continue to enjoy the Buffy tapes, perhaps Mr. Whedon will spend the next four years learning to be a traceur. [Look it up. I did.]