Wake up! Time to die. The Hunger Games.

Didn’t want to do it, but having just completed the Hunger Games Trilogy, I feel compelled to impart my take on it.

Many in the conspiracy circles have decried this series as anything from predictive programming to the satanic masturbation of dead children. Red magick gone wrong.

Here, I will not give you a definitive answer as to if this omnibus is either, but there are some defenses and suppositions that I would like to examine to these allegations.

Plenty of readers of these books have criticized it as Battle Royale West. And it is. Indubitably. Both works focus on a government-sponsored arcade of child sacrifice. Bloodrite sacrifice. Even President Snow stinks of the red stuff and may even imbibe it. The public loves this spectacle (as do you) and cannot tear their eyes from the screen as teens and preteens eviscerate the shit out of each other (and they do).

Welcome to Panem, punk – where life is cheap!
Life isn’t just cheap, but death is glorified. Molochian ceremony is the order of the day. The age-old tale of virgin sacrifice (the sweetest of bloods).

We all know by now that this is a landscape in where a (hemo)globalist regime has cemented power after a struggle with District 13. District 13 lost…

In recompense, the people from each remaining district must give forth a neophyte tribute for sacrifice in The Hunger Games annually. Not only is resistance to this demain verboten, it is encouraged. The sheepish folk of each district hope for their chosen child to win so that they can increase their caloric intake for the year. He who controls the food controls the people and blah, blah, blah.

Right, then.  The Games are afoot. CRUSH! KILL! DESTROY!

In contrast, Battle Royale was written and filmed for the NC-17 crowd, and it was even banned in many countries at the time of its release (2000-ish). The gore and blood would make Monty Python jealous. Jets of the red stuff would spray like rain from each of the fallen’s necks like manna from hell. The proprietors of Neo-Fascist Japan in Battle Royale were stinky old men in military fatigues. Author Koushun Takami had rendered the bad guys as BAD and ugly. The protagonists of this tale pledged to fight the establishment in book one just for the love of their own humanity as well as the love of their fellow classmates. Not all recruited adhered to this philosophy, but these child-villains were drawn as stupid and greedy.  Some of the enforced contestants even committed suicide out of love for each other (and their own free will) as opposed to playing up to the sick carnival.

Not so with The Hunger Games. Here we see the despots as not just a military establishment, but a posh, lavish class of people who were designed to be an inspiration for the Great Unwashed. Lady Gaga with a gun. Katy Perry with a bullwhip, Taylor Swift with a flamethrower. No young man or woman in Panem could dream of being barred from this Prime District. Money, fame, endorsement and, most of all, food for his or her people was the prize. The manipulation of human tribalism at its worst. A cheap holiday in everyone’s misery.

Let’s examine the author. Yes, Suzanne resides in the forever-infamous Newtown, Connecticut (Jonestown U.S.A.) and carries the dreaded surname Collins. According to Fritz Springmeier, she is of one of the thirteen elite families of the Illuminati. She and I share the same Alma Mater of Indiana University (Represent!).  On videos, she has bragged about supping with the DuPont’s (another family of the thirteen).

So what? I went to college with a DuPont. The kid was a bit crazy, but he was a sweet guy.  His granddad invented nylon. Ms. Collins was a Nickelodeon employee and went on to write for Scholastic. An instant “in” to the publishing world. I cannot fault her for that. I too am guilty of some of her connections, but I do not in any way, shape or form defend a Globalist hegemony.

As the series unfolds, you, the reader are treated to an eruption of rebellion against President Snow and the Capitol dictatorship. Let’s see those underclasses destroy the vainglorious ideals of U.N. Agenda 21 realized (look it up, I’m not explaining it here). Lake Tahoe from sea to shining sea for the elite. And YOU are not invited, plebe.

Human life is not only a throwaway for the dictators, but for the masses as well. Our heroine, Katniss, struggles with her predatory instinct to kill out of necessity frequently throughout the trilogy. Even to her, human life is disposable if the situation calls for it. Yes, this is a war, but her main goal is not to take President Snow to justice, but to KILL him. Death has been conditioned here. Even her “friends” are a second’s length away from her thirsty arrows if they cannot get with the program.

Collins claims the basis of the story is reality TV spliced with Theseus and the Minotaur. But when checked against the transhumanist ideals of the global elite, The Hunger Games falls in lockstep. Bioengineering, eugenics, abject slavery of the underclasses, paradise after the Big Kill, and centralized, regionalized production of goods and resources.

This isn’t really predictive programming, as this is indeed happening right now, just not as in such bombastic overtures. Or so we may believe…

Although many have considered the third installment of the series, Mockingjay, to be the trilogy’s saving grace, I found it to be the most telling and disturbing. Enter President Snow’s enemy, President Coin. Coin presides over the remnants of District 13 and rules with a spartan, iron fist. Apparently, this is out of necessity, but we get the feeling something isn’t right with her either.

Mockingjay is, dare I say, Luciferian in that it features Monarch Programming (Peeta), personality replacement (think: Beyonce=Sasha Fierce/ Katniss=Mockingjay), mind control and, here, the death is no longer controlled in an arena, but focused in a rebellion.

Yes, war is war, and humanity will never rid itself of it. Per evolutionary psychology, we are nasty, omnivorous predators. Get over it.  Due to the first person, present tense P.O.V. we get Katniss’s take on the situation and nothing but. As our ego into this tale has lived the life of a Liberian child soldier, for lack of a better comparison; the girl is a freakin’ sociopath.  She’ll kill you for being in her way (and she does this multiple times).

This is what raises my right brow. Katniss kills a woman after breaking into her home and feels really nothing about it. Later, she kills anyone in her way during a gas attack. Shoot, even the Baader-Meinhof Gang didn’t stoop this low!

Mockingjay relishes in massacres and megadeaths. Collins illustrates the proposed mass-suffocation of a bunker fortress, details the turkey-shoot of civilians (including the graphic riddling of a baby girl), and most morbidly, a masturbatory account of the daisy-cutter bombing of a crowd of children. And all this is perpetrated by the “GOOD GUYS!”

WTF???

All right, that’s fine and well. We’ve read plenty of discourse on this in many reviews, but one of the most telling factors of this book isn’t the book itself, but the hyper-advertised hype and even the enforced reading of it.  In many public schools, your children HAVE to read it. This to me is suspect. In my opinion, when the mainstream establishment champions anything from McDonald combo meals to fucking Stafford loans, it can’t be good for you.

Cue the laugh track. All in all, I loved these books. No, seriously, it is a cornucopia of conspiracy and a soup-to-nuts catalog of what we very well may see in the future as per current socio-political trends. Is it a warning? Does this illustrate what we have coming to us as Suzanne Collins and her honeyed buddies cackle like a coven of pennangalan?  This is still inconclusive to me, but a bit alarming.

If a society like this does come to fruit, please, just take me out behind your favorite municipal building and put a bullet in my head. I don’t want to live in Panem.