In America, the land of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, there seems to be a limited pool of well-being. We are wired-in, but existentially alone; we are electronically connected in social networks, but isolated from social groups.
President Obama should note that President Roosevelt's slamming the bankers and financiers -- beginning with his inaugural address and right up through his campaign for a second term -- did not destroy the country's banking system.
The country is careening to the right and progressives are partly responsible. We can cry all we want, but the truth is that progressives lack the compelling, coherent vision we need to deal with the enormous unemployment crisis.
William Randolph Hearst was back at San Simeon after an absence of five months and ready at last to select a candidate in the California governor's race. His papers had been crucifying Upton Sinclair for the past month.
Fred Kaplan's enlivening 1959: The Year Everything Changed, argues that the '50s -- a decade that saw the invention of the microchip and the creation of explosive art -- has been misunderstood in hindsight.
Our current unemployment trough directly violates the social compact that glues together modern industrial societies -- the tacit commitment that business and government will produce a full-employment economy.
It's time for a new Steinbeck. And we had better find her quickly, because what's coming if we don't find a new way of relating to ourselves and the world that we are all part of will make the Dust Bowl look like a tempest in a teapot.
Senator Judd Gregg thins that the way to create jobs is to get those lazy workers off the dole so that they can help lower wages across the economy. Interesting theory, but it doesn't apply to this planet.
Demagogues like Coughlin and Beck use ever more shrill appeals to cause serious short-term turmoil but, in the process, turn their followers' hearts to stone. People are happier, Day believed, when they are good.