Between troubled-teen institutions and juvenile incarceration rackets, is there no place where a child can go to enjoy the fascist experience? I know, let’s take them to Hunger Games Camp! In Florida, of all places!
I think it’s great that we’ve embraced a dystopian novel about children fighting to the death on behalf of their proletariat sectors to satisfy a despotic aristocracy.
VIA Tampa Bay Times
“What are we going to do first?” shouted 14-year-old Sidney Martenfeld. “Are we going to kill each other first?”
“No! No violence this week,” the camp’s head counselor was busy telling the children. But keeping the kids from talk of murder would prove difficult. That was, after all, the driving plot point of The Hunger Games — and this was Hunger Games camp.
At the end of the week, the 26 kids expected to compete in a real-life Hunger Games tournament. They’d spend the next few days training. Then they’d fight to the “death.”
“If I have to die, I want to die by an arrow,” Joey Royals mused to no one in particular. “Don’t kill me with a sword. I’d rather be shot.”