From seemingly out of nowhere this year, and with great fervor, many people are decrying the practices of merchants opening on Thanksgiving and customers shopping them.
For the most part, I understand their sentiments. They’re concerned about valuing consumerism over family, and losing the cultural significance of a uniquely American holiday that is all about counting our blessings.
I also understand that liberty, for a great many things, means you doing your thing and me doing my thing. It’s not my concern whether a merchant chooses to open. It’s not my concern whether my neighbor chooses to shop at it.
For Thanksgiving, I generally eat a great meal, have a glass or two of bourbon, and relax with family. I also find a few minutes to consider at some length how ridiculously blessed I am, and thank God for that.
Nothing you did at Best Buy today had anything to do with that. I have to empower you to interfere with my Thanksgiving, and I don’t. So you can’t. (Gee, is there a gay marriage parallel in there too? But that’s another post.) I run Bo Williams. You run yourself. How would that be?
We need to remember that in a lot of ways, the most American value is minding your own business.