It’s time for a post-Cronkite post-mortem, but not on the late “icon” himself — the “most trusted man in America,” the “voice of God,” “the gold standard,” the “proxy for a nation,” or, in plainer English, the lush-lived celebrity “anchor” who died this month at age 92.

No, the Cronkite post-mortem that’s needed is for the zombies who conjured up the hollow rapture and the living dead who fell for it.