It's a weird thing around here that happens at dinner tables. Thanksgiving got me thinking about it. Here in the deep south land of Duck Dynasty bullshit, you have what we call "saying grace". I'm sure most people know what that means, it's just the blessing over the food. But there's no grace in it.

I've heard a version of the same prayer said by almost all men (yes only men pray over food here) and it never changes. It's just comfortable ritual and it's one that minimizes all human effort in meal prep. They don't even know who they're thanking anymore.

I'm thankful that we don't rely on the god of the Southern Baptist.