Ben Stein’s Diary


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Knives and Forks and Trash Attitudes

 

As usual, Bob Dylan said it best. “There are a lot of people who have knives and forks but they don’t have anything on their plates, and they have to cut something.” That someone is now the self-styled “progressives,” who control the Democratic Party. The sad truth is that the Democratic Party has been out […]

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The Way We Were

 

Saturday A ghastly, unbelievably unpleasant night last night. I was so tired after considering some issues about a tiny bit of property I own in West Hollywood that I just ate some left over Chinese food from Panda, then fell asleep in bed without taking my usual night time meds. I awakened at about 3 […]

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Delusions of Grandeur

 

Monday So, let’s start with my hands. They’re ordinary hands. I can pour orange juice, make my wife a waffle, start my car, shave, do a part of my swimming with my hands. I am just a mortal with that set of hands. But in a drawer near my bed is a revolver. With that […]

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Our Absolutely Number One Priority

 

Of course, Reagan had it right almost forty years ago: Just to make this as clear as possible right now, the absolutely number one priority for the United States is to work with Israel to make and deploy a foolproof anti-ballistic missile system immediately. Nothing is more important. We now know that a man as […]

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No Sandpoint For Me This Fourth of July

 

Sunday Add to the list of reasons why it’s a good idea to have some money saved up. Add to the list of reasons to save when the getting’s good when you’re young and energetic and making some money. Add to why it’s a good idea to invest prudently so you have some money put […]

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Standing the Heat

 

Sunday. Wow. It is hot. I swam for a little while. Then off to lunch at the Beverly Hills Hotel with my makeup artist, writing colleague, and dear friend, Renae. We talked about how and when being a parent in the U.S. middle class became torment. A parent is a chauffeur, body guard, tutor, mentor, […]

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My Blue Ribbon Father: An Addendum

 

Dear Aram, Thank you humbly. In further answer to your kind letter noting that my father was a beer drinker, as revealed in my Father’s Day Essay… In 1944, when my father was a U.S. Navy LTJG, Pabst Blue Ribbon had a contest for the best essay on how to keep the U.S. from sliding […]

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My Father

 

My father was the most reasonable man I have ever known. The most loving man I have ever known. He had a challenging life: father unemployed during most of the Great Depression. Shy. But brilliant beyond words. Entered Williams, the finest small college in the world — at 15. Worked his way through partly by […]

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Fake News Tonight

 

So here I am in my wife’s room at St. John’s hospital in Santa Monica. She’s been recovering from a devastating attack of pneumonia that was close to lethal when an ambulance brought her in two weeks ago. It’s been slow and frightening. I sit here with her eight hours per day. She’s my goddess. […]

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Tonight’s Fake Evening News

 

Now for a few short stops and high hops in the world of fake news — borrowing from the great Phil Rizzuto. First, getting high. There’s a huge amount of talk about how the country is sinking into oblivion because of over-prescription of opioids like Percocet. These supposedly lead to the use of heroin and […]

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