Yeah, the feds who can endorse militia can’t have titles of esteem, but they can make militia aliases. And fans of Zack Snyder and George Romero can get into that…

If Kansas were overrun by mindless zombies, how could you tell?

These fools in Kansas will repeat the deeds of the Apollo program before they face such a threat. 

Super villains never are and only the terminally stupid prepare for them.

Raising food and livestock, learning welding, carpentry, engineering… installing renewable energy sources… there are so many things that could be said to be fun “zombie prep” that would also improve people’s lives in measurable ways, and add deep resiliency to civilization’s infrastructure.The threshold to taking any “preppers” serious in the slightest, even for the violent war catastrophe they lust for, is when they can show you their horde of antibiotics. Short of that, they’re just gun nuts who fantasize about shooting their way to happiness.

Too bad preparing to become Twain’s Connecticut Yankee seems unlikely to be the next fad.

On TV.  And as everyone knows, if it's on TV, it must be true.

If the somebody saying it has formed a militia, I’d be at least considering the possibility that they are using ‘Natural Person’ in the sense sometimes found among Redemptionists, Freemen, or Sovereign Citizens. Among certain flavors of American conspiracy theorists, the distinction between ‘natural persons’(who conveniently aren’t subject to any laws aside from extremely eccentric interpretations of ‘common law’) and the strawmen whose names appear on inconvenient court documents, or the ones set up when a birth certificate is issued in order to serve as collateral for some sort of jew money cabal(the details are… detailed).

For his sake, I’m hoping that this guy is simply unnecessarily emphasizing that most corporations are not at risk of becoming rotting, brain-hungry creatures of nightmare; but there are alternatives.

I just envisioned a bleak, post apocalyptic hellscape:

A hoard of zombies and mummies crest a hill chasing a lone survivor. Quickly dashing behind a rock he twists the handle on a detonator. Dozens of claymores explode shredding most of the hoard, but the mummies’ tangled bandages hold their corpses together. They charge onward, inexorably. An unstoppable force.

Defeated, the survivor pulls a small ampule from his head band. As the the screaming horror approaches, he contemplates briefly, puts the ampule between his teeth and bites.

A gurgling cry echoes for a moment, quickly replaced by the sound of crushing bones and rending flesh.