We have lost our way and the Egyptian people in the streets of Cairo are shining a light for the world to see. If our President will not say it, then we must go to our proverbial rooftops and scream that freedom lives eternally.
We have a moral obligation to remember that truth, to prevent it from being twisted, disfigured or simply dropped as an unpleasant and insignificant part of our history. It is in our remembrance that freedom will continue to flourish.
Thanksgiving was a religious holiday for me just as it was for generations of American Christians. But God is no more at the heart of Thanksgiving than brutality is -- meaning both were, and both can be, but neither must be.
Tom Jefferson preferred marijuana to tobacco, or to any other crop he grew. He wrote his wonderful Declaration on paper made from it. Ben Franklin built an entire mill that used hemp as its primary stock.
I'm not sure which is worse: using bailout money to fund the making of outdated, gas-guzzling automobiles, or to pay executives to oversee the creation of embarrassingly bad advertisements for those cars.
In the Oct. 2010 issue of Smithsonian, I delve into the real history of America's attitudes about religion, and it is a far different picture from the tidy tableau and storybook version of tolerance that we tell our children.