When I first saw the movie Hunger Games a couple months back, I wasmesmerized by the story for the first two hours but then shocked in the last five minutes. That’s when I realized that it was headed towards a totally preposterous ending. I hadn’t seen/read reviews, nor did I know that this was only the first episode of a trilogy, so that however unbelievable and unsatisfying this “ending” was, it was not the true “end” of the larger story. And I don’t want to know now, either; so those of you who have peeked ahead, don’t spoil it for everyone, because this post is not about how that triology may end, but about something else.
What seemed preposterous was that any civilization of otherwise thinking, feeling human beings could tolerate a society in which it defined as heroic and patriotic a set of games requiring that representatives of its children literally kill each other. How could any regime that fostered such horror retain any political or moral legitimacy? And how could you account for otherwise heroic and worthy characters accepting such evil and not plotting to topple any society and the regime that induced it to make such senseless murder the supreme heroic act that would make every family proud?
This week, I’ve finally understood it. America has become Hunger Games. Today, the House of Representatives, every GOP member voting “aye,” showed how this is possible. Along with a handful of stupid, cowardly and evil Democrats, nearly very Republican voted to subject several million people, including several hundred thousand children, to the certainty of malnutrition and heightened risk of actual starvation, for no other reason than they regarded slashing the budgets for food stamps to be a moral, partriotic thing to do, or worse, something the victims fully