There’s nothing more creepy than a political campaign that doesn’t know that it’s dead. That’s what’s happened to the Rocky Anderson for President campaign, though. He’s crossed over to the shadowy terrain of corporate politics, but he still thinks that he’s the same as he ever was. Rocky Anderson is like a zombie, shuffling and moaning, and trying to go through the motions, as if his campaign still has life in it, while everyone on the outside can see that it’s all over now.
The humor of the undead is trickier than I thought. After recalling the insistence of the media earlier in the last decade that “irony is dead,” I thought it would be fun to poke at the notion with an “Irony is Undead” t-shirt. I thought