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I’m glad that R. Emmett Tyrrell, Jr. took a break from his “spitball heaving” to laud Ben Stein, and trust that he feels better for having done so. However, I hope that he won’t give up “heaving his diatribes” against those who would cloud America’s heritage and future as a democratic republic.
Ben Stein has a nice way of expressing in words something like what Norman Rockwell did in paintings. He’s cozy and heart-warming, rather like a solemn Fourth of July speech delivered after a rousing parade. His columns are also welcome for their artistry and nice turns of phrase. What’s not to like, as far as they go?
However, I recall something about the price of liberty being eternal vigilance. After the heady celebrations of Independence Day we need spitballs and diatribes to be heaved in the direction of those who would compromise our heritage and our future for their own selfish or misguided political ends.
Sometimes, as I read Mr. Stein’s musings, I have to wonder whether or not the life in Malibu and Beverly Hills for which he is so grateful may not be a mite too comfortable? Does he never feel the urgent need to launch a spitball or two in the direction of our ruling elites? Surely his next invitation to dinner at the White House wouldn’t be jeopardized by a little such naughtiness?
Of course, gassing up his verging on antique Caddie regardless of the price of gas doesn’t cut into the budget for heating his lovely homes, and record profits for the oil companies (to pick a topic on which I took issue with him on this page) are all to his advantage. I don’t know anyone personally whose life is as blessed as Mr. Stein causes me to believe his must be, and I appreciate his postcards from that remote domain. I find it especially gratifying that he can live and work in that domain without becoming the sort of Hollywood jackass so adored by the main stream media.
So, Mr. Tyrrell, I see no reason for you to apologize for what it is that you do so well. Indulge yourself as you see fit in a nice soft column lauding America from time to time. No doubt it’s good for the soul. In the main, however, leave the paeans to Mr. Stein without guilt. As a fellow spitball heaver, I know that your appreciation for the blessings of your life in our great county is not lacking. Rather, I see what you typically do as of service to the country. TAS provides a forum for many to voice concerns about those who would abuse our freedom and our system, and I wouldn’t have it any other way, but you deserve a day off now and then.p>I hope that no one will read this and conclude that I intend to diminish Mr. Stein’s work. I wouldn’t expect Norman Rockwell to have painted Guernica (but I’d surely be curious to have seen such an attempt). I wouldn’t expect to see Mr. Tyrrell doing comic turns on my television, and frankly, I hope I never will. All in all, I’m quite happy with the contributions that Mr. Stein and Mr. Tyrrell make to these pages, for what it’s worth. May God continue to bless them both.
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