There’s a war in this country between people in love with consumerism and those who seem dead set on stopping it. I’m a conscientious objector in that war, because I’m not on either side. I defend the right of people to be as shallow and materialistic as they want to be, but it doesn’t mean I like it.
Few things symbolize our consumer culture the way the Christmas buying season does, and the focal point of that season seems to be the traditional opening — the day after Thanksgiving that we’ve come to call Black Friday.
Three days ago, I wrote about the efforts of anti-consumer activists — who I’d say are downright socialist in their orientation — to stop people from buying from major companies on Black Friday this year. The people waiting in line for a Black Friday sale here Thursday night certainly didn’t believe that big companies were dictating anything to them. It’s when I look at these two groups — the materialist-oriented throngs of shoppers on one side and the anti-consumerist socialist activists on the other — that I realize just how ambivalent I really am about this. I don’t like or agree with either side.

Whether it makes sense or not, I’ve learned to expect miracles
Thugs attacking private property aren’t anarchists; they’re vandals
I’m weary of degenerate society where my values aren’t welcome
A muse is a crutch for an artist, but some need a crutch to walk
In bad times, human nature starts looking for some new scapegoats
Nobody can ever be good enough when perfection is the standard
Painful longing is too powerful to express heart’s anguish in words
Should a rational person question orthodox assumptions on climate?