I'm watching the 1978 version of the Dawn of the Dead. Part of the commentary written by some random person is hilarious but true:
"One thing you should always remember when it comes to the eventual Zombie apocalypse is that it is better to hang around Rednecks in Redneck country than to (a) go it alone, or (b) hang with neo-nazi motorcycle gangs. The rednecks have just as much fun, but it’s more of a family environment. I learned this, and much more, watching George A. Romero’s Dawn of the Dead (1978)."
Dude, if zombies take over I'm gonna buy me a confederate flag T-shirt start whistlin' Dixie and go find me some Good Ole Boys to hang out with. The Northeast is way to populated to be safe. You better come on out to heartland of America or go hang out with the Good Ole Boys (maybe I can pass for Sicilian ) if you want to survive. It's funny that in the movie, the army is getting rocked in the cities by stupid ass hippies, blacks, Latinos and other Ron Paul type supporters while the hicks in the countryside were cleaning up house.
I know where I'm goin', no good Democrats and darkies, we wuz robbed in the Civil Waa...I mean War of Northern Aggression!