Maybe it was just interesting timing.

I saw The Hunger Games: Catching Fire within 24-hours of attending the 41st annual March for Life. I couldn’t help noticing the overlap in themes.

  • Human life is meaningless.
  • The government says it is perfectly acceptable to take a life for whatever reason we deem necessary.
  • The obvious fact that children are being murdered is of little consequence to both the government and the people.
  • The populace demands blood, or it will not be satisfied.
  • There is a growing discontent among the decent people of the country about just how callous everyone has become toward child bloodlust.
  • Decent people CAN make a difference, if they can only break through the media blackout.

These are my top-of-mind observations. You could probably supply more of your own, and I welcome them in the comments if you see fit.

I doubt that Suzanne Collins had any of this in mind when she put together her Iraq War/Reality TV/Roman Empire mashup series. The Hunger Games is just damned good fiction about oppressive governments and the real phenomenon of panem et circenses.

But the intersecting venn diagram between the abortion holocaust going on in this country and the popularity of the fictional Hunger Games that has been sweeping the book stores and box offices is hard to ignore.


And then there is that moment. The moment when Peeta tells Caesar Flickerman that Katniss is expecting a baby, in the hopes of turning the tide against the cruel victor-reaping of the Quarter Quell. In the cinematic adaptation (which varies from the books) the crowd goes wild, with audible chants of “Cancel the games!” All because Katniss is reported to be with child.

And yet, she is a child, and they have no problem spilling her blood, or the blood of any other child contestant. Why would a society so sated by the murder of children struggle even in the slightest with a pregnant contestant? The very inclusion of this theme crushes the suspension of disbelief and reminds the viewer of the liberties taken with the source material. (It’s been a couple of years since I read the book, but I remember no such outcry from the audience when Peeta plays this gambit in the original story. Please correct me if I’m wrong.)

And this is where we are today. Moloch rules. It would not surprise me in the slightest if we came up with our own version of the Hunger Games.

Over 55 million lives of children have been snuffed out in the United States since 1973 – a far more brutal tale than an annual Hunger Games with 24 contestants from 12 Districts could ever be, even over a 75-year span.

But there is no rebellion. There is no Mockingjay. There is no secret plot born out of District 13 that will take down the evil, oppressive system once and for all. The abortion mills plod on, each child taken more grist for the machine.

People worry that The Hunger Games movies are too brutal for children. And yet every year, over 1.5 million American children are killed, just like that, with the blessing of our government.

Every child alive today is a survivor of America’s own Hunger Games. Every one of them is a tribute, a victor, a boy or girl emerged from the wheel of death that turns daily, churning out decision on who will live and who will die.

Nobody sees it. There are no sponsors. The heroes simply March, and pray, and try to convince a world gone mad that life is what matters. Life is what prevails. No matter how difficult, no matter how uncomfortable.

You cannot distract us with your bread and circuses.

Our generation must end the abortion holocaust. May the odds be ever in our favor.

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