Constitutional democracy, you see, is no romantic notion. It's our defense against ourselves, the one foe who might defeat us.
Ideas are great arrows, but there has to be a bow. And politics is the bow of idealism.
Every once in a while, a book so possesses me that I happily give up a couple of consecutive nights of sleep - as well as the evening news broadcasts and latenight talk shows - to finish it. That's what happened when I opened the novel 'Shadow Tag' by Louise Erdrich.
When my brother died in 1966, my father began a grieving process that lasted almost twenty-five years. For all that time, he suffered from chronic, debilitating headaches. I took him to some of the country's major medical facilities, but no one could cure him of his pain.
I work for him despite his faults and he lets me work for him despite my deficiencies.
I own and operate a ferocious ego.
Hyperbole was to Lyndon Johnson what oxygen is to life.
Someone asked why I invited Jon Stewart to be the first guest on the 'Journal''s premiere in 2007. 'Because Mark Twain isn't available,' I answered. I was serious.
Creativity is piercing the mundane to find the marvelous.
America's corporate and political elites now form a regime of their own and they're privatizing democracy. All the benefits - the tax cuts, policies and rewards flow in one direction: up.
Democracy may not prove in the long run to be as efficient as other forms of government, but it has one saving grace: it allows us to know and say that it isn't.
At a time when the cost of health care is skyrocketing, the potential economic impact of mind/body medicine is considerable.