Ben Stein’s Diary
by | Feb 17, 2020

Sunday Wow, it’s cold here in Los Angeles tonight. It’s hard to believe how cold it is. But the heating of the Earth continues unabated as Trump plays golf. Anyway, speaking of presidents, isn’t it interesting how many Jews are…

by | Feb 13, 2020

Tuesday What an amazing mess the Democrats are in. I thought that all the billions that Mr. Bloomberg was shelling out would get him nowhere. Now it looks as if it will get him the nod. After all, the top…

by | Jan 14, 2020

Long ago and, oh, so far away, an extremely famous Republican president was sitting drinking a bottle of his favorite, Johnny Walker Black. His companion was a high official but certainly no drinker. The question under discussion was, “Why are…

by | Jan 3, 2020

To whom do we owe our freedom? Do we owe it to the nightly news show hosts? I don’t think so. To the rap stars? Again, not a chance. To our great athletes? To the stars whom we sometimes dance…

by | Jan 1, 2020

Here, as the decade ends, is my list of what I am most grateful for, in my own words. Think of it as a sabbatical from complaining. 1.) That I am married to the world’s most wonderful woman, a genuine…

by | Dec 31, 2019

So, dear friends, here we are in the last few hours of the last few days of the decade. And what a crushing, horrific decade it has been. This was the decade in which we started with a black man…

by | Dec 26, 2019

Christmas It’s oddly quiet here in glorious Los Angeles. To me, it seems to be getting more and more quiet week by week here. The Los Angeles that was going to be the business capital of the world and compete…

by | Dec 24, 2019

It’s Monday, December 23, 2019. Exactly one week ago, in the middle of the night, I awakened to use the toilet in my bedroom in our house in Beverly Hills at about 3 a.m. I have no idea why, but…

by | Dec 5, 2019

To begin at the beginning, my alter ego and braino super pal Judah M. Friedman and I are riding around glorious Los Angeles in the rain. In our woolly Jewish heads, we’re trying to digest some things. Two heads are…

by | Nov 29, 2019

Sunday night Judah Friedman, my genius pal, and I are driving back from Rancho Mirage to Beverly Hills. We’re digesting a fine meal of fettucine and maple sugar ravioli. I know it sounds strange, but when you add baby back…

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