Ben Stein’s Diary

Ben Stein's Diary

It’s Later Than Any Dare Think

By 9.17.12

When republics fall, it's not always slow.

Ben Stein's Diary

End Times

By 9.14.12

There is that feeling in the air.

Ben Stein's Diary

Mr. President, Mitt Romney Is Not the Enemy

By 9.13.12

Al Qaeda is. Please inform your Ministry of Truth.

Ben Stein's Diary

What Romney Should Have Said

By 9.12.12

It's not too late for him to say it after yesterday's vicious attacks.

Ben Stein's Diary

Obama’s New America

By 9.7.12

A few notes on the Democrats' final night.

Ben Stein's Diary

Bill Clinton’s Sham Night

By 9.6.12

And the Native American Elizabeth Warren was no better.

Ben Stein's Diary

Now There Is No Hope

By 9.4.12

And by the way, where is the Change?

Ben Stein's Diary

The Speech Obama Failed to Deliver

By 8.27.12

A return to L.A. coincides with a growing sense of doom.

Ben Stein's Diary

Sandpoint Out of Reach

By 8.24.12

Summer is over for us -- as thoughts turn to Randy Weaver and Todd Akin.

Ben Stein's Diary

Nothing but Fear Itself

By From the July - Aug 2012 issue

Memorial Day Monday

ALEX AND I ARE AT OUR HOUSE IN MALIBU. You simply cannot imagine how beautiful the weather is here today. Cloudless blue skies. No humidity at all. Slight breeze. Temps in mid-70s. Birds of all kinds, especially some kind of blue birds (maybe blue jays), flying all around, singing perfectly.

Immense hawks with forked tails also cruise by all day long looking for prey. Actually, we were supposed to be in D.C. attending memorial services at Arlington. But gnarled McFate (a Nabokov reference) stepped in. Two nights ago, I got a call from someone very close to me, a woman I am fond of, to put it mildly. She told me that her 24-year-old son, of whom I am also extremely fond, was having a nervous breakdown. The poor kid has been having one problem after another, so I ran right over.

He was standing in his undershorts (boxers, probably a gift from my wife and me) covered in blue food dye. He had several bowls of blue water on the counter in front of him. In the bowls, immersed in the water, were various bits of takeout Japanese food.

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