Imagine a large living room full of screaming teenagers and Jason Voorhees is there butchering them with his machete. Every time he descends upon a victim, a progressive holds the poor victim still, proclaiming, “Jason is not your enemy! He’s a man of peace!” And when the freshly slain victim smacks against the floor the progressive points her finger at a cringing group of people against the back wall. They consist of a nun, a priest, the milkman, and a nondescript straight white male in his 30’s who goes to church. “They are your enemy!” shrieks the progressive. And every time one of the hapless victims says, “I’m pretty sure Jason is our enemy!” He is booed and cowed into submission which is all that is necessary for the modern to be blinded and join the zombie line.