The Art of Deception: Economics and Virtue

Ah, dinnertime, when the kitchen table becomes a smorgasbord of scrumptousness. But before I can prepare to eat, I have to take my before-dinner allergy medication. Of course I take the brand name; why risk my health on that cheap stuff the drug companies say is not nearly as effective? Wrenching the sarcastic thought from my mind that always makes me want to throw a mudball at the nearest CEO, I view the battleground: the steak is hot and juicy, the potatoes steaming, waiting for what combination of cheese, bacon bits, and sour cream I chose to place upon its inviting warmth. Oh boy, I am gonna dominate my stomach with home cooked goodness. In the ensuing moments of pure bliss, all that my mind revolves around is how my taste buds are claiming they are in heaven. How am I supposed to know that my potato may have been genetically altered to grow its own pesticide? Why should I care? This meal couldn't get any better! In truth it may not matter, because even if I wanted to find what was being done with the food I ingest, the information I would be seeking is not readily available.