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Subject: Re: "Monday Night At Mortons" salutes the troops


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Date Posted: 22:02:33 09/14/06 Thu
In reply to: Steve Dietrich 's message, ""Monday Night At Mortons" salutes the troops" on 07:39:28 08/17/05 Wed

>Apologies for the length. I was tempted to edit the
>last line so as to offend none, but left it as the
>autor wrote it. The author expresses what a lot of us
>believe. You don't see us on TV but we are there,
>thankful every day for your courage, skills and
>sacrifice. You are truly America's best. THANKS
>
>*******************************************************
>*****
>
>For many years Ben Stein has written a bi-weekly
>column called "Monday Night At Morton's." (Morton's
>is a famous chain of steakhouses known to be
>frequented by movie stars and famous people from
>around the globe.) Now, Ben is terminating the column
>to move on to other things in his life. Reading his
>final column is worth a few minutes of your time.
>
>============================================
>
>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, 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.
>
>We put couples with incomes of $100 million a year on
>the covers of our magazines. The non-coms and
>officers who barely scrape by on military pay, but
>stand on guard in war zones 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 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.
>
>Faith is not believing that God can. It is knowing
>that God will.

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