The view from the street and the TV studio.
Today, lords, has been a busy day.
I am in New York at the Essex House. I got up at 6 a.m., New York time, which is 3 a.m., my time. I pulled my fat old self together, had a bagel and orange juice, then headed over to CBS for the Early Show. It was fun. The hosts there are invariably charming.
Then a round of TV shows and interviews that lasted the whole day. The shows just went on and on. My favorite was at Fox with my pal, Neil Cavuto. We talked about Herman Cain and how he had been pushed around by the media. I told Neil that I was endlessly amazed that the media thought it had the moral standing to judge others.
There is a powerful story in the New Testament that goes something like this:
While Jesus was nearby, the Pharisees called him into the temple to see a woman who had been taken in adultery. The head Pharisee said to Jesus, “The Mosaic law says she is to be stoned. What do you think?”
Jesus was writing something on the ground and he looked up and asked the woman, “Is this true? Were you taken in adultery?”
The woman said, “Yes, Lord, I was.”
Jesus said, to this effect, “Yes, then she should be stoned. Let him who is without sin among you cast the first stone.”
The Pharisees, stung, muttered, then slunk off in shame until none was left and Jesus kept writing on the ground. Then he looked up and saw that all of the accusers had left and said to the woman, “Neither do I condemn thee. Go and sin no more.”
So, who in the media is without sin among us? I am in the media and I am a major league sinner. I don’t know anyone except my wife who isn’t a big time sinner. We in the media are just people with all of people’s faults. We’re today’s Pharisees, judging everybody else. And they take it!
That’s how I feel about Mr. Cain. Yes, maybe he is a sinner. WHO THE HECK ISN’T? I wonder if some day some sharp cookie will do some investigation of media powers to see how without sin they are. Nahh. Never happen.
Anyway, it was a full day. I went back to my room and took a long, long nap with my big beautiful wifey. She did not want to go out in the cold, so about 9 p.m. I put on my woolen coat (my good Republican cloth coat, as RN called Mrs. Nixon’s coat) and headed out the door.
I stopped at a little grocery store to buy some mints and fell into a short but charming conversation with a short but charming Albanian chanteuse named Ani Shine. I bought her a pack of gum. She gave me a rainbow.
Then I headed east and down Fifth Avenue. I stopped at the St. Regis to buy a Diet Coke in the King Cole Bar. A tall, cheery woman talked to me cheerily about her world of advertising. I think she knew I was famous but she wasn’t letting on. I drank my Diet Coke and headed south. I’ve told you a million times about how I used to meet up with my Pop at the King Cole Bar when he was at the Committee for Economic Development and I was at Columbia. The place makes me emotional. It has been totally rearranged but it still makes me emotional. That portrait of Old King Cole used to hang in a big room. Now it’s in the small bar, but I still love it. Maxfield Parrish painted it in the days of wine and roses. How I miss my Pop.
There was a fantastic crowd around Rockefeller Center looking at the Christmas tree. Hardly anyone spoke English. But they were a good-looking bunch by and large. Lots of cute Russians. The East Europeans, Poles, Russians, Ukrainians, Estonians, Lithuanians, all really great looking.
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