Occupy The Hunger Games

In order to provide moral uplift, whenever he caught my brother and me watching Saturday morning cartoons after 10 o’clock, my father would turn off the TV and tell us both a story.

He was an 18-year-old private serving in the U.S. Marine Corps at the tail end of the Korean War. “Korean kids your age were lazy and filthy,” he told us. “I used to watch them digging in garbage cans for food. They didn’t want to work.” He would then hand my brother a mop, me a bottle of Windex, and assign us both chores around the house.

At night, sometimes, when he was drunk, he would tell a more disturbing story. Continue reading “Hunger Games reviews: Catching Fire to Capitalism”