Thankful Thoughts for Thanksgiving
by Charles McKelvy
A commercial—a popular commercial, I suppose—aired the other day during a football game and posited that instead of giving thanks we should get thanks, specifically, of course, by buying the company’s amazing (made by slave laborers) device with its myriad apps for applied self-indulgence, 24/7.
Think they struck a chord?
They did, and they were flat, not sharp, because what they did was turn around the Gospel principle stating that it is more blessed to give than to receive. The marketers of the latest marvelous device asserted that it is way more blessed to give yourself their exercise in extreme narcissism for the holidays than to give a tinker’s dam about the next guy or gal.
Get, get, get, get!!!
Don’t give, give, give!!!
Don’t you get it?!?
I do, because I saw a commercial showing solitary people enjoying solitary pleasures with the company’s absolutely-must-have toy-of-the-moment. Each user was alone with the toy; excuse me, with the device. There were no groups, no togetherness, no hugs, kisses, or back slaps.
Just people having fun with themselves.
That sound like mental masturbation to you?
It does to me, and I think it’s a sad commentary on what we’ve become as a culture.
Excuse me: as an un-culture.
I mean: how pathetic have we become?
Are we nothing but a bunch of self-involved tweeting, texting, thumbing, gaming, glomming laboratory rats who devour one toxic dose of wonder product after another without time out to question anything?
Can we ever tear ourselves away from our smart phones and apps and ‘droids and electronic books and music to actually be with one another, even for a moment?
Do we have to text at the Thanksgiving table?
Is it absolutely and totally necessary to tune out with a device while older family members are talking?
What’s what that anyway?
What’s with us, anyway?
We have so much thanks to give this Thanksgiving, and instead we’re all about starting the Black Friday stampede a day early. All we want is more, and more and more.
The only gift we want to get these holidays is: MORE.
Well, sports fans, guess what?
We can’t have it.
We’d need at least another planet and-a-half to give us all the MORE we expect to get this holiday season.
So, having said all that, I am going to close by saying:
Thank you for listening, and now please pass the mashed potatoes.