The following is excerpted and adapted from Chapter Five: How the Other Half Lives of my book The Cult of Individualism: A History of an Enduring American Myth (Santa Barbara, CA: Praeger Publishers, 2013). It… Continue reading →

“This will be an election of… common sense,” said Donald Trump recently. Common sense? The greatest American writer of common sense (though Ben Franklin might believe he should take that crown) was Thomas… Continue reading →

When my book The Cult of Individualism: A History of an Enduring American Myth appeared in 2013, I thought it’s Afterword (included below) both naive and overly hopeful–even though I had written it. Over the… Continue reading →

Yesterday, in class, I showed my students an old clip of Jon Stewart with Tucker Carlson on Crossfire. It’s from 2004, but it has relevancy now. That CNN show, as Stewart points out, was… Continue reading →

Yesterday, I posted an expanded version of “Stop Disparaging Professors. They Work for a Better America” on medium.com. I added, in particular, mentions of a number of professors in the public sphere, including… Continue reading →

Maybe it was just too perfect a topic for my classes today. Certainly, though, I couldn’t resist. It had everything. It had: Topicality that would keep students interested; Relationship to our university system… Continue reading →

Amazingly, there is still one unmentionable in l’Affaire Kavanaugh: the role of alcohol. That’s not surprising, for American culture has still to come to terms with alcohol or with the culpability of the drunk.… Continue reading →

We’ve got a problem in talking to each other. It’s an old problem, codified on the right by David Horowitz in his The Art of Political War. It has been turned into armor… Continue reading →

An essay of mine has appeared in the Houston Chronicle. Here are the first paragraphs and a link: The professors are coming! As conservative polemicist David Horowitz would have it, American college teachers long… Continue reading →

The heart of the Ceilidh is the fiddle–at least that’s so on Prince Edward Island in Canada’s Maritime.