Ben Stein’s Diary

Ben Stein's Diary

Called to Account

By 11.7.13

If only an SEC action against a friend wasn’t so puzzling.
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Intensive Care

By From the November 2013 issue

Tuesday HERE I AM in Sioux City, Iowa, to address the Chamber of Commerce. The day started well, with a late lunch of prime rib at a place called Bev’s attached to the Hilton Garden Inn on the river—the mighty Missouri. It was served expertly, was heavenly tasting and amazingly inexpensive. I went off with my fine host, Chuck, director of the C of C, and spent a good while taking pictures, then rested and fell fast asleep in a chair for about half an hour. Then I was shown to my table, where I was seated next to a man whose family company makes agricultural sprinklers. I am bound to say that I have rarely in my long life met a man whose company I enjoyed more. He and I agreed on so many points about the cultural and social landscape, it was simply great. This man and I are twins separated at birth. He was so very kind as to offer to fly me to my next stop on his airplane, but that was too much of an offer and I declined. But this man is proof that everyone has a twin. If this mid-section of America has more like him, we still have a fighting chance. 
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Return to Ruby Ridge

By From the October 2013 issue

Saturday A FABULOUSLY INTERESTING day here in Sandpoint. Tim Farmin and I got into my rented silver-gray Chrysler and drove to Priest River, roughly 25 miles away. It is a logging town where I know some pleasant people. We were headed for the Priest River Gun Show. The drive along the Pendoreille River was inspiring, as always: immense water views, forests, sheer cliffs, meadowlands. Just a few cars on Route 200. It endlessly amazes me that there are not more sightseers along that magnificent highway. The gun show was in the gymnasium of Priest River Junior High, a great ’30s-’40s structure with block lettering of what I guess was Art Moderne style. The gun sellers and purveyors of knives and humorous memorabilia were amazingly cheerful. One of them opened the festivities by saying, “Here’s my favorite economist.” They could hardly believe I was there and I could hardly believe I was there. The highlighted weapon was a .50 caliber sniper rifle, the kind that the military uses in Iraq (I guess formerly) and now uses occasionally in Afghanistan. It was a beast.
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Sweet Home Americana

By 10.28.13

A very busy week in Alabama and at The American Spectator. But a poisonous end, thanks to the Times.
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Unsequestering Defense

By 10.21.13

It really is time to get serious if we are to remain a free people.
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Sushi Before Sundown

By 9.16.13

Yom Kippur, 40 years after Richard Nixon saved Israel.
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