Or is it a charm? Whatever it's an evocation of that free market we all love:
No heads were bowed. No eyes were closed. I wasn't talking to god or gods. It's just what I wanted people to know, and what I hoped they all felt:
"We're grateful for this food. For the farmers who grew it, for the cattlemen who fed it, and for the workers who harvested it.
Let us not forget the factory owners who processed it, none of whom knew that we would be here eating today. May we always remember to be grateful for the truckers and warehouse workers who handled the logistics, despite them not even knowing our names.
May we never forget the tremendous risk undertaken by anyone who tries to open and run a restaurant. And we are grateful for the cooks, the wait staff, the bus boys, and the cleaning crew.
All of those hard-working wonderful people accomplished this miracle on our behalf for the price of $10.95 each.
May we all be free from rent-seekers who would interject themselves, uninvited, into this process.
May everyone involved in our exchanges believe that he has gotten the best of every deal."
Definitely Amen to that...