Friday, March 31, 2006

big ben






This post will not be written by myself or Mr. Loophole. Today we differ to something I found on a site that I frequent. Before you all accuse me of 'pulling a Huffington', let me give full credit. Mr. Ben Stein has written a bi-weekly column for many years entitled "Monday Night at Morton's". Morton's ,as some of you may know, is a restaurant frequented by many of the rich and famous. What you are about to read is the final column that Mr. Stein wrote under this title in December of 2003 before he moved on to other things in his life. I thought it quite worthy to share with our regular readers here at the shelf. I promise there will be another Flywheel origional soon after. As for now, I ask you to open your minds and hearts and feel and understand as 'Big Ben' lets us know what time it is.(So to speak.)

Ben Stein's Last Column (from December, 2003


How Can Someone Who Lives in Insane Luxury Be a Star in Today's World?

"As I begin to write this, I "slug" it, as we writers say, which means I put a heading on top of the document to identify it. This heading is "eonlineFINAL," and it gives me a shiver to write it. I have been doing this column for so long that I cannot even recall when I started. I loved writing this column so much for so long I came to believe it would never end. It worked well for a long time, but gradually, my changing as a person and the world's change have overtaken it. On a small scale, Morton's, while better than ever, no longer attracts as many stars as it used to. It still brings in the rich people in droves and definitely some stars. I saw Samuel L. Jackson there a few days ago, and we had a nice visit, and right before that, I saw and had a splendid talk with Warren Beatty in an elevator, in which we agreed that Splendor in the Grass was a super movie. But Morton's is not the star galaxy it once was, though it probably will be again. Beyond that, a bigger change has happened. I no longer think Hollywood stars are terribly important. They are uniformly pleasant, friendly people, and they treat me better than I deserve to be treated. But a man or woman who makes a huge wage for memorizing lines and reciting them in front of a camera is no longer my idea of a shining star we should all look up to. How can a man or woman who makes an eight-figure wage and lives in insane luxury really be a star in today's world, if by a "star" we mean someone bright and powerful and attractive as a role model? Real stars are not riding around in the backs of limousines or in Porsches or getting trained in yoga or Pilates and eating only raw fruit while they have Vietnamese girls do their nails. They can be interesting, nice people, but they are not heroes to me any longer. A real star is the soldier of the 4th Infantry Division who poked his head into a hole on a farm near Tikrit, Iraq. He could have been met by a bomb or a hail of AK-47 bullets. Instead, he faced an abject Saddam Hussein and the gratitude of all of the decent people of the world. A real star is the U.S. soldier who was sent to disarm a bomb next to a road north of Baghdad. He approached it, and the bomb went off and killed him. A real star, the kind who haunts my memory night and day, is the U.S. soldier in Baghdad who saw a little girl playing with a piece of unexploded ordnance on a street near where he was guarding a station. He pushed her aside and threw himself on it just as it exploded. He left a family desolate in California and a little girl alive in Baghdad. The stars who deserve media attention are not the ones who have lavish weddings on TV but the ones who patrol the streets of Mosul even after two of their buddies were murdered and their bodies battered and stripped for the sin of trying to protect Iraqis from terrorists. We put couples with incomes of $100 million a year on the covers of our magazines. The noncoms and officers who barely scrape by on military pay but stand on guard in Afghanistan and Iraq and on ships and in submarines and near the Arctic Circle are anonymous as they live and die. I am no longer comfortable being a part of the system that has such poor values, and I do not want to perpetuate those values by pretending that who is eating at Morton's is a big subject. There are plenty of other stars in the American firmament...the policemen and women who go off on patrol in South Central and have no idea if they will return alive; the orderlies and paramedics who bring in people who have been in terrible accidents and prepare them for surgery; the teachers and nurses who throw their whole spirits into caring for autistic children; the kind men and women who work in hospices and in cancer wards. Think of each and every fireman who was running up the stairs at the World Trade Center as the towers began to collapse. Now you have my idea of a real hero. I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters. This is my highest and best use as a human. I can put it another way. Years ago, I realized I could never be as great an actor as Olivier or as good a comic as Steve Martin...or Martin Mull or Fred Willard--or as good an economist as Samuelson or Friedman or as good a writer as Fitzgerald. Or even remotely close to any of them. But I could be a devoted father to my son, husband to my wife and, above all, a good son to the parents who had done so much for me. This came to be my main task in life. I did it moderately well with my son, pretty well with my wife and well indeed with my parents (with my sister's help). I cared for and paid attention to them in their declining years. I stayed with my father as he got sick, went into extremis and then into a coma and then entered immortality with my sister and me reading him the Psalms. This was the only point at which my life touched the lives of the soldiers in Iraq or the firefighters in New York. I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that matters and that it is my duty, in return for the lavish life God has devolved upon me, to help others He has placed in my path. This is my highest and best use as a human."


Spot on, Mr. Stein.



Please feel free to comment if the need strikes you.





Try not to become a man of success but rather to become a man of value.


Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)

5 comments:

brewjoe said...

Fantastic article. Thanks for posting it.


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Anonymous said...

Ben Stein is a very intelligent man. His droll sense of humor on TV really belies the heart and intelligence that we see here.
Can you post a link as to where we can read more?

Wolf Flywheel said...

Well ,anonymous, so far all that I've found is a link to a 'Monday at Morton's' archive page at Yahoo! entertainment: http://entertainment.tv.yahoo.com/entnews/bs/

Copy and paste that link and you'll get several of his articles. As to his other works, we'll let you know what we find.

Wolf Flywheel said...

I just tried that link ,anonymous, and it didn't work. Just type 'monday night at morton's' in the google search bar and click on the link to entertainment\yahoo. This will link you to a selection of articles. Check out his web site at benstein.com for more.

Anonymous said...

Thank you

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