USA 2024 Elections Thread
grarpamp at gmail.com
Fri Nov 18 10:30:15 PST 2022
The Mid-Terms: The Hunger Gaming Of America
I’ve had this post in the back of my mind for years now. But this
week’s mid-terms have brought it to the forefront of my thinking.
There are very few movie experiences I’ve had in my life that rival
the first time I watched The Hunger Games. So much of my reaction was
due to where I was at the time and how, frankly, shitty my life was
It ranks for me right up there with seeing the Death Star blow up (age
10), to being rendered speechless for an hour after watching Full
Metal Jacket (age 19) to sobbing uncontrollably for 40 minutes after a
midnight showing of Schindler’s List (age 25).
I watched The Hunger Games for the first time while flat on my back
broke in late 2012 by myself in the post-midnight dark, metaphorically
For 2+ hours I sat there in horror clutching a pillow because all I
could see was my daughter needing a protector and knowing at that
moment I wasn’t that person.
But as raw as my reaction to it was that night, it was the exact thing
I needed at that moment to pick myself and keep going.
So, the cynics in the audience can forgive me if they think me an old
softy for falling so hard for a piece of what I can honestly look at
as thinly-conceived allegory.
Sometimes timing is everything.
When I put my economist’s hat back on, Suzanne Collins’ world is not
well thought out. It doesn’t hold up to deep scrutiny. Most stories
like this don’t and, honestly, they aren’t supposed to.
As a writer, however, I’m still bowled over with her daring to write
the books in first-person, present tense. Between a story
metaphorically so very true and this bit of technical prowess I have
nothing but immense respect, one professional to another.
But as allegory, especially political allegory, The Hunger Games is
uniquely powerful, addressing the fundamental evil of our society
using our children as emotional blackmail to coerce our compliance to
a system that is truly monstrous.
And this brings me to the mid-term elections.
This is our biannual Hunger Games and we all volunteer to be Tributes
thinking our votes can change the system, rather than simply reinforce
it by participating, even if only vicariously.
Now that the steal is in full swing and the Senate falling to the
Democrats, they will run the table on their full agenda — end the
filibuster, pack the court, UBI, Climate Change, on-demand abortions
of 7-day old babies and gun control.
But the steal, which is real, is also equally supported by a broken
and traumatized population so gaslit into believing things which are
simply not true that it is easy to mask what’s happening.
This gaslighting has rendered our threat detectors so hyperactive that
they’ve been honed razor sharp.
And on this knife edge rests all of our political calculus.
We’re now dealing with people supporting the Democrats because “they
can’t even…” bring themselves to vote for Republicans over the
ungrounded fear that one step back from the Progressive madness of
Critical Rage Theory and/or pushing back against the normalization of
child sexualization is tantamount to embracing Nazism.
But, sadly, this is where we are.
To the true believers, we still haven’t gone far enough.
But, they aren’t enough to move the needle as far as it did to give
the Democrats a chance this election cycle.
What should scare you more is the ones in the middle, the so-called
independents. Their fear has them cowed into abdicating their civil
responsibility by prioritizing decadence over protecting their
In an environment this stressful too many have chosen fear of
backsliding even an inch because that may lead to an over-correction.
The fear over Roe v. Wade going away has too many people immediately
thinking all abortions will be banned everywhere, when that’s simply
not happened nor will it.
Their arguments have devolved into allowing drag queens to twerk in a
ball sack in front of eight-year-olds on the public dime lest one gay
guy get harassed in a bar in rural Texas.
It is perverse in the extreme.
And that brings me back to The Hunger Games.
The punishment for the violence of the past was an original sin never
to be wiped clean. The outlying districts sacrifice their children to
reinforce the Capitol’s control.
All capital is sucked into The Capitol draining the Districts of not
only their vitality but their dignity through the ritualistic
humiliation of thinking one of them has a chance at winning the annual
But the districts farthest from The Capitol never win. It’s a
once-in-a-generation event. Here Collins gets the economics of fiat
currency correct. Those closest to the money printing get the lion’s
share of the spoils.
And this ritualistic theft fuels a contempt for the unwashed as real
as the deaths in the arena and a sympathy for them as fake as the
capital which supports their empty lives. The decadence of The Capitol
is a reflection of the giant wealth vacuum the entire society is
Which brings me back to the mid-terms.
With each election cycle the disparity between the rural and the urban
centers grows wider. But it’s not just a disparity of ‘capital’ or
wealth. It’s a disparity of morality.
Those in the cities voting for more funds from the public till believe
they are entitled, ultimately, to the Tribute from the rural areas.
But, without those rural communities producing the food and energy
there is no urban center.
There are no gay rights or abortion debates.
There’s just the jungle.
And that’s what really drives the fear of the urbanites who voted blue
even though they tell themselves red is even worse. They know that
letting their collective boot off the neck of those they’ve tyrannized
through the fake power of a corrupt democratic process leads to a
future without them.
So, they expect everyone to show up for work, pay Tribute to the
Capitol and shut their deplorable mouth-breathing pie-holes while they
deny they’re stealing your voice, a voice you aren’t entitled to
because well, they’re your betters.
Or, at least, that’s what I keep hearing on Twitter.
And that’s why Katniss’ story is our story, the example of one girl
strong enough to understand the rules of the game so intuitively that
when their fake story of a fake romance for a fake catharsis to feed
the emotional infancy of a bunch of entitled fakers plays out to its
… the Capitol blinks and the illusion of its control falls away. And
everyone knows it, fueling an anger, long seething which soon catches
fire. I warned everyone don’t turn the silent majority into The
Now there’s no turning back from it happening.
And I don’t think the odds will be in favor of the real enemies of the people.
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