| McDonald's: A Better Opiate for the Masses? 
 
You are sitting by a quiet lake.  Someone roars by in a speedboat, popular music blaring 
from the radio.  They don’t notice the herons that take flight at the noise; they don’t notice the 
exhaust they’ve spewed in their wake.  What is your response? 
 
For me, I notice a familiar experience of revulsion, before more reflective thought
sets in.  Those shallow, stupid, ignorant morons!  For 
over a decade, I have alternately railed against and tried to ignore the rampant, shallow 
commercialism that is American capitalist life.  Hopefully, I have 
not been puritanical enough not to enjoy its pleasures -- a greasy slab of pizza, a burger, a stupid 
action film, driving on highways.  But, in general, I have always loathed this pathetic 
form of materialist indulgence.  The contempt is part of "me." 
 
I have come to notice that those who share this loathing with me operate on a 
fundamentally different set of premises from those who do not.  For us misanthropes, the heroes 
are Thoreau, the Beats, the hippies -- anyone who rejected the notion that he who dies with the 
most stuff wins.  "We" recoil, viscerally, against the iteration of the American dream 
that consists of two parents, two kids, a minivan, and a large house filled with the right kind of 
toys.  While we may appreciate its fitness for some, I see it as materialism in 
the most crass sense; valuing one’s self and one’s life based on status symbols like cars and 
expensive clothing.  It is shallow, ignoring deeper values of spirit and mind.  It is hypocritical, 
disregarding truth in favor of pose, courtesy, and hierarchy.  It is destructive, eating up 
wilderness space and poisoning the planet.  It is selfish, focusing egocentrically on the nest to be 
feathered, and scorning those who are less fortunate.  And most of all, it is anti-human; blowing 
off the many ways in which the human spirit can thrive as just so much hot air, consumerism 
turns us into mall-going, status-seeking automatons, creatures ignorant of their own illusions. 
 
Since September 11, I have begun to question these priorities. 
 
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