God Bless Judge Ellis
Ben Stein
by

Rancho Mirage

So… it’s late on Saturday night. I’ve had my friend Judah drive me down to our home at Morningside. It’s been hot all day and I’ve been thinking.

Thursday and Friday nights I saw a high school production of the famous Book of Matthew musical, Godspell.

It was hypnotically great. Lively and magnetic from start to finish. Singing and dancing and preaching. It could not have been better.

I came to it because my dearest friend, Phil DeMuth, has an 11th grader daughter, Olivia, who has the key production number. I think it’s called “Bless O Lord My Soul.” She’s electrifying. She’s high end professional good.

Everyone in the cast is great but Olivia — to my mind — has star all over her sweet face.

That was yesterday and the day before.

Now it’s late and I’m flipping through the channels. I’m caught — as the world is — among three channels.

One is Justice with Jeanine Pirro on FNC. She’s hot as a pistol tonight. She has Rudy Giuliani and Victoria Toensing — two towering lawyers.

They’re talking about a federal district court judge in Virginia who has just dropped a bomb right down Mueller’s smokestack and it’s blowing him up.

The bomb is the judge, T.S. Ellis, asking a Mueller lawyer what the heck the Manafort prosecution has to do with the alleged Russia/Trump collusion that started the whole Gestapo chase.

The judge asked what Mueller’s authority was for the Manafort case.

Incredibly, the DOJ attorney said he was not allowed to say. It was a secret.

Judge Ellis exploded. In words to this effect he said, “But I’m the judge. It can’t be a secret from me why you’re in my court.”

He gave the government two weeks to answer.

And suddenly the emperor had no clothes. The Mueller/Salem witch hunt was revealed… a naked political vendetta, a crude attempt to use a nonexistent crime to dethrone the President.

A limitless pit of political hatred dressed up as law enforcement. Something much too much like a lynch mob of media, politicians, and pornographers out to overthrow the Constitution.

God bless Judge Ellis.

The second show I was watching was a crime thriller about a lynch mob. The sex bait was the beautiful Joey Heatherton. Lynch mob. Beautiful sexy girl. Corrupt politicians. ’Nuff said.

The third show was the awards show for the pornographic film business. Just as I hit that channel, a barely dressed woman was winning an award for best specialty sex scenes. She was not at all shy. She was proud.

And that’s what the anti-Trump lynch mob is giving us right now. A proud ultra-porn sex star. This creature is being trotted out to distract the President from making peace in Korea, defacing Iran, keeping the economy strong. In the name of righteousness a woman whose specialty is really smutty is on display… and time and energy that could be spent on real need is drained into the porn swamp.

What on earth has happened to us? A friend told me recently that Mueller is a Boy Scout. That’s a laugh. Another said it’s Trump’s own fault and in a way it is.

But this Mueller fellow has taken us far from the Constitution. And the lynch mob is making Trump’s job impossible.

“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God,” And what of the men and women who use a porn star to keep the President from seeking peace? Whose children are they?

To paraphrase Cromwell, “Mr. Mueller, you have sat here too long for any good you have done. For God’s sake, go.”

Ben Stein
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Ben Stein is a writer, actor, economist, and lawyer living in Beverly Hills and Malibu. He writes “Ben Stein’s Diary” for every issue of The American Spectator.
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