Finally I’ve got a copy of Suzanne Collins’ The Hunger Games. Published in 2008, it has taken four years to translate the book into the box-office champion movie of this year (so far).
The imaginary dystopian world of The Hunger Games has some features which I find disturbingly familiar: rationing of electricity and health care; manufactured food shortages; abolition of the right to bear arms; no one owns a car–but they do have high-speed rail! Jerry Brown would be so proud of them.
Also: no one has a right to travel from one “district” to another, and even if they were allowed, they’d have to walk; public schooling is the only from of education allowed; and the government has taught its downtrodden serfs to spy on one another.
All of these things are right out of the Agenda 21 “sustainability” playbook. They are all “progressive” dreams come true. When such dreams do come true, we quickly discover that they’re nightmares–but then, of course, it’s too late.
Welcome to Obummah’s second term…
I haven’t read this one, but have read similar books, and if it is
depression one is seeking, here is the one.
Well, Erlene, it’s part of my job to read stuff like this. Sometimes it’s hard. I haven’t finished this book, but so far, it strikes me as something that was written as a warning. As such, it will receive my close attention. But it’s very, very far from being the most depressing or the most low-life book I’ve ever had to read. I won’t mention the books that qualify for that distinction.
I can only imagine. My husband is one who monitors things like this, for
the same reasons as you state. I try to avoid a lot of it, and keep my
mind on the things mentioned in Philippians 4:8-9. To each his own.
Shalom
I hate the kind of stuff we must read today, but, like Patrick Henry, I’m willing to “skip-read ” all this junk in order to know the truth and, again, like Henry: “Fight back”.
Then up stood Patrick Henry….
Down in Boston (Wisconson’s or any other) Town
Can be hear our slavery-chains;
And must our brothers labor
While we at rest remain?
Is life so dear
Or peace so sweet
That we in fear
should now retreat?