I'm not against the zombie apocalypse ... but ...

We've all seen it. Most of us love it. And a lot of us, according to social media updates, simply can't wait for the new season.

And that is usually how many a month will pass before the newest season of the Walking dead returns.

But not me. I gave up. I no longer care if they live or die. And that's really the crux of the matter when it comes to that particular franchise.

For me, that's the thing about the apocalypse ... I need to care about what happens to the remaining populous thereafter the event took place. And I don't. In fact it's safe to say that I couldn't care less if they found themselves getting a zombie enema in the middle of some ghoulish three way just so long as ... they died screaming.

It sounds mean, I know. But that's the way it is. Somewhere along the line I stopped caring. The majority of the cast, personally speaking, are two dimensional cardboard cut-outs. There's nothing original about it .... not a thing.

So the next time someone puts it on TV in my house I plan on hitting the pub. Its the one place locally you could actually imagine being ground zero for apocalypse. And even then most of the people in there at the time would have more personality and charm than the dreary faced survivors prancing around on TV.

Except we wouldn't have a redneck.

That's the one thing I would say you need during the apocalypse; a redneck.