Thanks to Glenn Beck’s contagious enthusiasm, more and more Americans have been rediscovering their own history.
I may be just a lowly Canadian, but I didn’t have much rediscovering to do.
It’s the eternal refrain of every Canadian schoolkid: “Our history is SO boring compared to the Americans’!” And we’re right.
What kind of national slogan is “Peace, order and good government”?
Official campaigns to get us excited about our own story merely emphasized our comparative mediocrity (and carried a whiff of that knee-jerk anti-Americanism that too many Canadians cultivate).
Check it out: Jackie Robinson played in Montreal for one whole season!! Look! The guy who co-invented Superman lived in Toronto as a kid!!
Those corny commercials couldn’t compete with Schoolhouse Rock segments about the Revolution. (I can still recite the Preamble.)
We read Johnny Tremain in Grade Seven (for some reason), and that cemented my fascination with U.S. history.
As I got older, it was impossible not to reach the same conclusion as so many had before me:
That Providence had surely had a hand in the creation of our neighbor to the south.
How else to explain those stirring documents like the Declaration of Independence that seem almost divinely inspired?
And what are the odds that so many extraordinary men — Washington, Jefferson, Franklin — all “happened” to be in the same place at the same time, and were all willing to commit treason and risk certain death for a cause they believed in?
Looking for a superhero? Try your first president.