Dear God, Bless the Journalists Who...

will certainly print this prayer in its entirety.

Do you recall the candid moment that President Bill Clinton spent on the beaches of Normandy, reflecting on the horrible price that was paid by the United States in trying to liberate Europe? He walked, slowly, stoically. His emotions gripped at his very being.

He paused, coincidentally, by a small collection of pebbles (the only ones on the beach for who knows how great a distance) and spontaneously, emotionally, rearranged the cobbles into a cross where only every freelance photographer and news gathering organization on the planet could record the event. It might have even made the evening news on Mars.

Not to be outdone by Mr. Clinton, Mr. Obama is also very good at getting the entire Earth to witness his most private and reflective moments.