Exceptional
Thank you all for a truly exceptional issue (TAS,
December 2008/January 2009). All of the articles were outstanding.
Michael Novak’s and Roger Scruton’s were exceptional. Ben Stein and
I have some significant differences of opinion, but his comments
about Henry Paulson are right on. I just wish he wouldn’t whine so
much about hotels and airplanes. We all suffer as business
travelers. Thanks again and keep up the fight.
TOM MICHAELS
Via the Internet
Outstanding
Neal Freeman’s “Goodbye to Most of That” (TAS, November
2008) was outstanding. He beautifully summarized and clearly
articulated so many of my own thoughts regarding the two
presidential candidates. I wish it had been published earlier so
that I could have used it in discussions with some of my
iron-headed friends, who see things only through the eyes of the
elephant or the jackass.
Hopefully, my own vote will ultimately prove to be the right
one. Using the write-in option, I inserted the words “God Help
Us”!
ROD McCARTHY
Elverson, Pennsylvania
No Good
“The Good War? Maybe Not” by Tom Bethell (TAS,
December 2008/January 2009) was drivel. Silly emotional drivel,
from a man who should know better. Victor Davis Hanson and many
others have already laid Buchanan to rest in his grave on this
question. Why did The American Spectator let Bethell
ignore the arguments made by Hanson as if they were not in the
minds of the reading public?
JACK HECTORMANN
Via the Internet
Talent show
I enjoyed Jonathan Aitken’s column on the biblical view of
capitalism (“Godless Capitalism,” TAS, November 2008), but
I thought he could have chosen a better parable to illustrate his
point. In the 25th chapter of Matthew Jesus relates the parable of
the eight talents. A man leaving on a journey entrusts a number of
silver talents to each of his three servants. On his return two
servants report investment returns of 100 percent. Each is told,
“Well done, thou good and faithful servant,” and given a promotion.
The third reports that he was afraid of losing the talent so he
buried it and then presented it back to his master. The master
gives that talent to the others and berates the third as “thou
wicked and slothful servant” and orders to “cast ye the
unprofitable servant into the outer darkness [where] there shall be
weeping and gnashing of teeth.” Can’t get much clearer that
that.
KEVIN DENTON
Via the Internet
For the birds
Wlady Pleszczynski shares his affection for his cats (“Shades of
Blue,” TAS, November 2008), and reveals he allows them to
run loose all day for “solitary hunting.” I have neighbors like
that who permit their cats to camp out at my bird feeder. These
cats are fair game for my live trap and then removed by Animal
Control employees. I have more concern for birds than cats. Thank
you for a great magazine.
MICHAEL RUFF
Fayetteville, North Carolina
Cautionary Tale
James Bowman’s aversion to “trash culture” (TAS,
September 2008) brought to mind something that Hilaire Belloc
(1870–1953), a French writer and naturalized British subject, wrote
not long before his death: “We sit by and watch the barbarian. We
tolerate him. In the long stretches of peace we are not afraid. We
are tickled by his irreverence; his comic inversions of our old
certitudes and our fixed creeds refreshes us; we laugh. But as we
laugh we are watched by large and awful faces from beyond; and on
these faces there is no smile.”
VIC STECYK
Richmond Hill, Ontario
An Amateur’s Hour
I enjoyed Alan B. Somers’s review of the 1960 Olympics book
(TAS, October 2008). I was in Austria that summer and my
only memory was of Rafer Johnson’s great decathlon. In part this
was because my Austrian summer family and friends only cared about
skiing and winter sports. I went back to see my Austrian friends
the winter of 1964 and the first Innsbruck Olympics. I remember
West and East Germany participated as one team, at least in hockey,
whatever its political significance. In that pre-PETA time the
Russians were swathed in luxurious sealskins. You could get close
to the athletes and I helped unload bobsleds and was offered rides
in several nations’ VW buses. I also remember the police had shiny
silver badges with the names of the languages they spoke and one
officious guy had a chestful, an harbinger for anyone who realized
the powder keg of the Balkans had not ended with the 1919 Paris
treaty, in spite of the coming 1976 Sarajevo festivities. I
certainly didn’t. If you are still with me, there was one truly
amateur feat and that was Terry McDermott’s 500 meter speed skating
gold medal. He had competed at Squaw Valley, but was now a barber
and recently married in Michigan. Officials begged him to join the
team and he came over to Milwaukee on weekends to practice on the
only Olympic-scale oval. He made the team, was in the last pairing
to skate (a real disadvantage), and set a new Olympic record. I had
my father’s 16mm camera and was close enough and at an angle to
film his performance as he swept by the finish line and the
excitement of the crowd looking back to the electric timing board
and exploding into pre-fist-pumping cheers, especially one American
in a bright red woolen cap. It was Olympian. It was innocent,
amateur triumph in those Cold War times. I like swimming (I went to
Bob Kiphuth’s Yale), but I do feel McDermott beats the ballyhooed
multi-medaled performances of Mark Spitz and Michael Phelps.
BERT CULVER
St. Louis, Missouri
Ben Stein’s Traitors
Mr. Stein makes excellent points, per usual, in his Diary
(“Heroes and Traitors,” TAS, November 2008). Looting is
exactly what has taken place. I am in shock that the citizens of
the United States of America haven’t taken up cudgels and axe
handles and marched on Washington to imprint on the tiny,
self-absorbed minds of the criminals in Congress responsible for
this looting the true meaning of We, the People.
GARY STEVENSEN
Shakopee, Minnesota
