With demands for special education or standardized test prep being shouted in their ears, public schools can't always hear a parent when he says: 'I want my child to be able to write contracts in Spanish,' or, 'I want my child to shake hands firmly,' or, 'I want my child to study statistics and accounting, not calculus.

The 1920s are the decade that signaled the arrival of a gift that still means a lot to us: Saturday.

We're in a kind of vicious cycle where the media tell the politicians, and the politicians tell the people, that perception is reality, and the perception of saving dooms a politician. I don't believe perception is reality, or that all Americans think that.

There's something unsettling about the education of a child who comfortably enumerates the rules for surviving zombie apocalypse but finds it uncomfortable to enumerate the rules of his grandparents' faith, if he knows them.

Today we care about budgets more than anything. Our American future hangs on the ability of government to cut budget.

Although unions may be good for a worker, singular, they are not always good for workers, plural. Especially when it comes to finding a job.

I'm not sure Roosevelt was quite a monster, he just did a poor job on the economics.