Ben Stein’s Diary

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Fraternities Saved Me

By 3.13.15

In the wake of the horrifying behavior of some members of a fraternity at the University of Oklahoma recently, we are hearing that the whole fraternity system is flawed and we should be done with them. To my way of thinking, that is nonsense and I would respectfully like to tell you why, at least for me.

My first stories of fraternities were deeply upsetting. My father, who became a famous economist, was a dishwasher at a fraternity at Williams College to help pay his way through college. At that time, and for long after and before, that fraternity and all of the frats at Williams did not admit Jews. I asked my Pop how he felt about it. “I just felt grateful that I had a job and could go to the best small college in the country in the middle of the worst Depression in industrial history,” he said.

One of the members, Richard Helms, who ate off the dishes that my father washed, later became head of the CIA and one of my Pop’s closest friends.

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Nothing Short of Miraculous

By 3.12.15

I am a fairly old guy by now, and very little that I see on the news startles me. But a few days ago, I was jolted down to my socks by the story of a horrifying racist chant by drunken fraternity boys of the SAE chapter at the U. of Oklahoma at Norman, Oklahoma. It was repulsive and it was incredibly stupid. The boys who were singing that song—on camera—should be in rehab, not at a university.

I know Oklahoma, and I have spoken there many times, and Oklahomans are wonderful, fair-minded people, and Norman’s campus is a fine bunch of men and women. Those nut cases on the bus don’t belong there and now they’re gone.

But when I was watching coverage of the event on some news networks, I was just as startled by the way the networks handled it. They arranged for black people to come on the shows to say that this incident showed that no progress had been made in racial justice since the police beatings in Selma, Alabama, fifty years ago.

That is just nonsense, and while we expect idiocy from drunken frat boys, we expect more from national networks.

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Bibi’s Raw Courage

By 3.5.15

A few thoughts of Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu’s speech before Congress yesterday:

I was moved almost beyond belief by the Congress’s reception of the leader of the Jewish state. They greeted him as a hero, and head of a hero nation, both of which are true. Netanyahu is the son of a pioneer of Zionism. His brother was a super hero of combat at Entebbe, killed there. His own combat record is almost incredible. This is a man with courage.

The state of Israel has given the West and the world of democracy its only clear victories post-World War II: the 1956 War, the 1967 War, the Yom Kippur War — all of these were wars between a state of law and freedom versus states of unfreedom. The ’67 and ’73 wars were wars between Soviet-armed and Soviet-controlled states and a free Western state. The Israelis, and their main friend, the United States of America, won every war decisively. There are no other similar cases after WWII.

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This Man Is Dangerous

By 3.2.15

Let’s be clear about this: Barack Obama is a great disappointment. I knew he was going to be trouble back in 2004 when he gave his first national speech and talked about the need for the U.S. to help the Palestinians. It’s not that the Palestinians don’t need help. They desperately do. But they are already getting a huge amount of help from the USA. Their problems are of their leaders’ making. They could have two prosperous states on either side of Israel.

Instead, their leaders have chosen war and terrorism and poverty and have blamed it all of the USA and Israel. When a man like Obama, who is no Kissinger, but is not a complete idiot, starts spouting the Palestinian stuff, you know he’s into USA-hating and Israel-hating in a big way.

So, he starts out with a message of anti-Israel and anti-U.S. incitement and that’s how he keeps going.

He starts out as President saying he’s going to straighten out the mess Bush 43 made, and instead he makes things a lot worse.

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So Little to Complain About

By 2.17.15

Orlando. I flew down here from Charlotte yesterday. I had been staying with my big wifey in Greenville, SC, to visit our son, Tommy, whom you all know, gorgeous daughter-in-law, The Kitten, and sweet sweet sweet Coco, our granddaughter, and our beloved Poinsett Club. The trip was a disaster for my wifey, who came down with a bad flu after flying. But our super fabulous driver, Bob Noah, who is really like more of a little brother to me than an employee, a voraciously eating little brother, made our trip easier and it all went well. He drove us with his usual flair. We stopped at a Burger King in Lawrenceville, Ga., where the whole crew was excited to meet me and took my picture.

Good news.… Tommy has gotten so clever and so apt in his phraseology that I believe he surpassed me some time ago. I love that kid soooo much. He really is a philosopher in some ways. And our daughter in law, The Kitten, is so beautiful it should be illegal. And our granddaughter is a dream. Enuf bragging. (That’s what we grandparents mostly do.)

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A Few Sunday Thoughts

By 2.8.15

I was just going to talk about how Barack Obama is not a historian or an Imam. At least he was not elected to be an Imam or a historian. He is PRESIDENT. His job is to lead us and to be our cheerleader. When Japan bombed Pearl Harbor, FDR didn’t say, “Well, look at the way we treated Asians. Look at our embargo. Look at our help to Chiang Kai-Shek. Let’s think about how we want to respond. Maybe they should have the Pacific.”

That’s a President.

Obama reaching back into some insane history file in his head to equate the Crusades to the way that ISIS treats hostages… that’s not Presidential. It is just plain stupid. And whips up our enemies.

But I won’t talk about that. Instead, I will talk about how insanely blessed I am to have the wife I have. How it’s the highest and best use of every minute of every day to spend time with her. How no matter what mistakes I make, she stays loyal. How I made at least one important decision in my life: to love and worship her, and how God reached down from his Holy Throne to make her the goddess she is and let me have her for every day. And every day I have with her is a miracle.

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Anti-Semitic Outrage at UC Davis

By 2.7.15

A few days ago, at the campus of the University of California at Davis, a campus northeast of San Francisco with about 35,000 students, the student association of the campus voted to advise the UC system to “divest itself” of stocks in companies that, in their words, “aid in the Israeli occupation of Palestine and (quoting here) illegal settlements in Palestinian territories.…”

This was bad enough, because Israel is the only law-abiding democracy in the Middle East, and so far as can be determined, Arabs, who make up about a fifth of its population, make no effort to leave to go to “Arab lands.”

But it’s come to be standard at college campuses, many of which are now hotbeds of anti-Israel, anti-Semitic venom. But what came after is really a stunner. Some scummy little rats spray-painted swastikas on the exterior walls of the Jewish fraternity, Alpha Epsilon Pi.

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Burying Uncle Bob in Arkansas

By 2.4.15

There is a great line from a song about Medgar Evers by my hero, Bob Dylan. It talks about his funeral, at Arlington National Cemetery (he was a Korean War hero). The line goes something like this, “they lowered him down as a king...” The line endlessly goes on a loop inside my brain as I think about Uncle Bon Denman, whom we are burying today in Little Rock.

Wifey and I flew in to LIT last night and rushed right over to the Capital Hotel, where our son was already ensconced. He had insisted on coming over from Greenville, South Carolina, and we thought he should. How many hero great uncles will he have? We had a huge suite, costing far more than I can afford, but that’s my travel agent, who never stints with my money. Our son was down the hall. We ordered room service, although I don’t remember what, and then we went to sleep.

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Uncle Bob Denman, R.I.P.

By 1.28.15

In Isaiah, the prophet comes to see the Lord God Jehovah with his own eyes. And after cleansing Isaiah of sin, the Lord announces he plans to send a message of warning to sinning mankind. But who will send the message?

Isaiah answers, “Here I am, Lord. Send me.”

I have the melancholy duty today of telling you that the younger of the heroic Denman brothers of Prescott, Arkansas, Major Robert G. Denman, died in Little Rock yesterday at about noon at about age 88. Uncle Bob died with his entire family around him, unconscious and at peace.

My wife, Alexandra Denman, and I loved Uncle Bob with a burning hot love. He was as close to perfect as a man can be: kind, loving, heroic beyond belief, a devoted father, grandfather, and great grandfather, a total gentleman, a loving uncle, a superb golfer, and above all, a completely loyal and loving husband.

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Why Can’t He Tell the Truth?

By 1.26.15

Obamadate/January 25, 2015
Captain’s Log:

I have been observing President Obama for a few days and a number of questions have occurred to me:

1. In the President’s State of the Union address, he bragged about how U.S. oil production has surged thanks to shale drilling. Question for Mr. Obama: Does he not recall that he and his followers have been fighting and harassing the oil companies that are finding and producing all of that oil? Does he believe he deserves any credit at all for acts and successes done by people against whom he has waged war since he was a child?

2. In his SOTU, Mr. Obama bragged that the USA now has the highest high school graduation rate in its history. Roughly 80 percent of entering high school freshmen now graduate.