Imagine if you would for just one second that the dead really are rising for some unknown reason and preying on the living. Having taken this vision one step further, you have entered a nightmarish world. . . "When there's no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth." Then you will have mutant zombies like Newdow, out of the Dawn of the Dead, preying on our freedoms, like some flesh-feeding demon. In Newdow's case his appetite is for the bread of life--the moral framework of our civilization. It is an appetite that has no limit. He must be stopped.
To some Newdow may seem like a little insignificant termite chewing on something under the house. However, like the zombies from the Dawn of the Dead, he will create more zombies--more little termites--until the house comes crashing down.
Quite a powerful description of the self-centered, narcisisstic POS.