Eating crow! Hoist on my own petard! Stewing in my own juices! Other cliches! (Sorry, don't know how to make this thing type in French.) My brother the Younger has brought to my attention the fact that words attributed to Ben Stein in my last blog were, in fact, not his, as confirmed by Mr. Snopes. Oh, the shame! Consuming crow on my birthday, apologizing to that nattering nabob of negativism (thanks, Spiro!).
Gulled by my expectations of Mr. Stein and his ilk, I failed to confirm the validity of what has been demonstrated to be false attribution. I should have recognized the tone of that piece as more O'Reilly/Beck than, say, Stein/Will, and thus inherently suspect. Not that the latter are incapable of taking anatomically challenging positions, just that they do it with greater panache. Oh well, fools rush in (another cliche!).
So, Ben Stein, for my false accusations I am truly sorry and I humbly repent. As for the party or parties in fact responsible for that piece, may you burn in hell for all eternity.
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