I am listening to Patty Griffin’s ‘Up to the Mountain’ as I stare out the window admiring Gods handiwork as the sun slips slowly under the curvature of our earthy home.
Sometimes when we are flying late at night, most of my team is asleep and I have time to sit quietly and think.
We don’t have enough time anymore just to ponder.
My grandfather used to have one of those old push mowers (remember the old wooden handle and the round blades between the wheels?). When I was really small I can remember seeing him push it, stop and take his hankie out and mop his brow.
What was he thinking? I now ponder.
Later he got himself a riding mower. By then I was old enough to cut the lawn but he never would let me. I always thought he insisted on doing it was because by then grandma had taken the keys of the truck from him (it involved a plate glass window and the front of a Denny’s but that is a different story :) ).
But, now, I’m convinced he wanted time to think. Time alone, quiet time to ponder.
As I worked the farm on my tractor this past summer, cutting the alfalfa I hypothesized: farmers of the past must have been either 1) the most well balanced people or 2) raging alcoholics.
So much time and so much silence. You had no place to run from your thoughts.
How many of us can really spend time with ourselves and our thoughts? How many of us need music, talk radio or books on tape? Anything except silence and our own internal voice.
A voice that questions, condemns or emboldens with truth.
The sun sinks a little lower and the sky grows from deep orange to dark blue at the horizon and space grows black above.
I turn the music off.
I am in the final phase, I think, of a massive transformation. One that will take me to rough terrain, uncharted landscape and lonely woods. This may end up being the biggest and most important challenge of my life.
Lead by that still small voice always and simply, questioning, condemning and empowering with love and truth. I have challenged myself to let go of my anger and hurt and instead see others pain, need, confusion and hurt.
I want to be a better man. A much better man.
It is hard.
Sometimes it’s too hard, because I hurt or I am tired or honestly, sometimes I just want to be angry.
“I have a right!” I think to myself.
The country I love is washing ashore in bits and pieces. Dashed intentionally on the rocks by fools and knaves. The flames of hate rages. Fires started by those who just want power or money. Only to have the flames fanned by those of us who were sometimes duped, sometimes trusting “our side” and honestly, sometimes too tired, lazy or unwilling to challenge what we WANT to believe because it allows us to escape that condemning voice about the role we played.
I want to be a better man. A better husband, father and friend.
Life moves so fast. So many fires. I try to put one out and three more appear.
“How Lord? Why Lord?” I pray/wrestle. “I want to do what you want me to do, but I am not smart enough to figure out how to get from here to there.”
“Tell me! What do you want me to do! I will do it, but just tell me!”
Deep down, if I am quiet enough, I know He doesn’t work that way.
He doesn’t want the power.
He wants to empower us.
“Figure it out yourself” the voice whispers. “You have all you need. You always have and if you just trust Me completely and take the leap you will see.”
My mind cannot grasp the eternal.
My eyes cannot see what He sees.
He is right.
For all the worry and panic, trouble and white-knuckle events of my life, I have always had everything I really needed and everything worked out in the end.
It will again.
For all of us.
The stars begin to shine brighter, the sound of the air blowing through the cabin. The quiet conversations from the back of the plane and the empowering voice whispers again.
“It is the simple things that makes a man great. The way he treats his wife, his children and those who CANNOT help him advance in his career or goals. It is the simple repeated act of choosing love over anger, peace instead of hate, forgiveness over revenge and courage over comfort.”
“Most of all”, He whispers, “A great man mows his lawn and is eager for the challenge of silence.”
I turn off the light, smile at the thought of my grandpa. I gaze out my window. I am no longer able to make out the curve of the earth.
I close my eyes comfortable with the knowledge that what is coming, just over the horizon, is a new day and everything we need is already being warmed by tomorrow’s sun.
This should be a very interesting conversation with someone who is making a difference. He is plastering his art everywhere in Hollywood.
He is an artist that refuses to comply or conform.
Will you agree or disagree? Artist or vandal? Free speech or “hate speech”? Brilliant or reckless?
He is on the side of uber freedom – conservative and radical.
Not sure how much we will agree on, but I will say this: He is the first who I think really recognizes that the conservative is now the rebel voice. That we are no longer in the same game. Instead, we are now the revolutionary, and the former leftist revolutionaries are now “the man.” Just as the left has no idea how to govern, the right has no idea how to make their point to the mainstream – especially the youth.
I will be having a fascinating conversation Monday night at 5pm ET with the rebel artist SABO.
Due to his work and at his request, his face will be disguised for his protection.
This is just before two sold out stage shows about a month ago. I called Pat and asked if he could help on the second show if I needed it as I had been traveling and was running out of steam. Five minutes before the show we both realized, I don’t write speeches. I jot thoughts. Fun behind the scenes captured by Tania.
This week I have had some pretty remarkable guests on the radio and TV shows. These people can only be described as strange bedfellows indeed, but we going to need to come together on the principles that can unite us if we have any hope of changing the world.
On Thursday, I invited some of my libertarian, religious, writer, entrepreneur, and Silicon Valley friends to join Tania and me for dinner just outside the Mercury Studios ‘Think Tank’:
Breaking a glass with Rabbi Kula, symbolizing our marriage between faith/values/principles and high tech. Together, those two things will change the world:
Below is a photo of me showing the guests a few things from the history vaults: Handwritten letters on the New Yorker stationary from Nikola Tesla, history behind Edison and filmmaking, the actual Apollo 12 lunar landing maps, rare Disney Epcot material that Walt carried with him the last ten years of his life and more.
Rabbi Irwin Kula is one of the most sincere men I have ever met. He is a liberal rabbi from NYC. At first I didn’t want to meet him, nor did he want to meet me. I so strongly feel, now, that he is my brother. He is a different man than when I met him three years ago. Maybe he would say I am as well. I hope so. He is one of the most intelligent, thoughtful, kind, soft spoken, and WIDE AWAKE MEN I have ever met. The spirit is sharing the same messages in all languages to anyone who will listen. He listens with his ears and with his heart.
He took huge risks in an interview with me. Especially about guns. “The left needs to look into people’s lives, one mans assault rifle is another mans hobby,” he said.
We spoke tonight at dinner about making sure we remove the beam from our own eye before we look for the spec in others. He really gets it and I believe he feels the full weight of what G-d has shown him. Powerful man that needs to be heard and not just in his circle. Pray that he is filled with courage and love. Pray that we all are.
What a great way to begin this Memorial Day weekend. I just got this from my good friend David. All the proceeds go to charity. Watch, cry, rejoice and pass it on please. And thank you to all who have served our nation. Thank you!
It has taken me forty two years but finally after a lifetime of taking last place in EVERY sporting event and a massive humiliation last year, Raphe (and I – as the team owner) won first place Bear/Wolf and second place over all in the 2014 Pinewood Derby.
Forty two years ! And the Beck sporting humiliation has ended! More pictures and video to follow.
It is indeed the little things in life. After Raphe goes to bed, I may steal the ribbons and fall asleep holding them
Here’s a photo of Lorelai and I midway through the races (hallway) with my granddaughter.
The debate is over! Parents who are just looking out for their kids are arrested. Common Core is in, those who disagree are out. CONFORM and be happy, don’t CONFORM? Well, you are a danger to the progress of the collective. You will be driven out of business, the EPA, BLM and IRS will be stopping by. You will be boycotted, blacklisted and shamed for your point of view. Because they are teaching diversity!
Conform is the answer key for all the trails and tests that you are being forced to endure because you believe that people should have the right to set higher standards for their children.
This video from my friend Andrew Klaven says it all.
Yesterday Buck Sexton called Mercury One relief and asked, what can I do to help? He didn’t need to, but he did. He knows we all play a role in helping our neighbors who have lost everything in tornados.
Then this morning I am listening to Doc and Skip on The Morning Blaze radio. They spoke to a 13 year old who wrote and published a book that schools are now using to teach capitalism Then they spoke about the new documentary Intolerable that Doc and Skip produced about the freedom movement. They did it themselves. They didn’t ask for my help or Mercury Studios/TheBlaze help, they just did it.
Point? I guess, we need each other when life kicks us down. But for the first time in human history, there are NO gatekeepers. If I can build a network and build movie studios, and you can publish a book yourself and have it take off, film a documentary when you don’t have a million bucks – YOU can live the life of your dreams.
What is the freedom movement? That We The People are personally responsible for our future and when times get rough, without someone taking money from us through wasteful taxes, we can and do – help one another.
MercuryOne.org. 100% of the proceeds raised go to the tornado victims and those on the ground that are changing lives.
“I don’t spend money on a lot. Money is very important to me because it allows me the freedom to choose what I want to do as an actor and, more importantly, because I want to accumulate enough so that one day I can do something really great and beneficial for other people, for the environment, and for children.”
Now, he may use that money to reach beyond the grave and hurt my children’s freedom, and yet I still say it is okay for him to keep what he has earned and spend it all as he wishes. It is not my money, or the collective’s money. It is his money. He earned it. Yes, he used the roads I helped build. But he likely paid more for those roads than almost everyone else using them.
To take the fruit of one’s labor and have a third party decide whom to give it to is morally wrong! Leo’s time, effort and industry is reflected by his wealth. He has a unique talent, worked hard, and earned his money. Like millions of others, many not in his tax bracket, he saves to make the world a better place. Some do it by helping their kids through college, by buying a new house, by starting a business or taking care of an elderly parent. Is their goal less than his? Are his dreams more or less than theirs? No. Just different. Each pursuing their own version of happiness.
A flat tax is fair and equitable. The PROGRESSIVE income tax is not charity – it is criminal. When the State Department cannot account for billions of our hard earned money, and the Pentagon cannot account for $2.3 TRILLION in spending (as of 9.10.01) we would all stop paying this “charity” if jail or guns weren’t forcing us to. Organizations like the Red Cross or the church would be behind bars if they ran their charity accounting and spending like the federal government.
This is the problem. They don’t believe you or I should be able to choose how to spend out money. To quote Theodore Roosevelt: “I don’t begrudge a man his fortune as long as it was honorably earned and well spent.” Well spent? Do we really need to justify our spending? Oh wait! Yes, they already ask us through the IRS.
Strange bedfellows? You bet. The left and right can both agree on this: the government is inefficient and the worst investment in people and good will ever devised.
Find those like Leonardo Dicaprio who want to keep their own money and invest it in ways that actually improve people’s lives, be it “save the whales” or the NRA.
It is your money and it should be your choice how it gets spent. Demand it.
A man who had no future. In 1994 my life was over. I thought I had lost my family, I had lost a promising career, all my friends and hope. I had no god other than alcohol and money which I had lost because of the first god – whiskey.
I sobered up. Four years later, I met Tania. A year later we both found God and a path forward. Six months later we were married. I found a job. Eighteen months later I replaced Dr. Laura at Premiere Radio. And now, I have a loving family, a good job, listeners, viewers and readers who I admire. 310 Coworkers who depend on me and I depend on them. Many of them old and new friends.
Easter is about a fresh start. I am a man who believes in starting over. Because I did it. And five years ago in the hot August sun, in the shadow of Abe Lincoln I chose a new path again. One of honor.
I still am working on being a better man, but it is difficult to change. But not impossible and well worth it. Because of moments like this. After church on the back porch about to hunt for eggs with my almost six month old granddaughter.