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There’s something about the guy in this video you won’t believe

I have a tattoo. I know a ton of people who have them. I love mine. I am torn. I shouldn’t have defaced God’s work, but I was young. No one can see my tattoo as it is around my ankle. I learned this from my father, he got a tattoo on his arm while serving. He hated it and always wore long sleeves to cover it. I like mine.

So why am I telling you this? Watch this video:

Tania and I think this is sad. I don’t judge him. I would love to talk to him. Why? Why this tattoo? Who was he before, who is he now? Why did he want to stop being who he was born to be? Has he thought about looking in the mirror at 80?

Why would he pick the biological weapon symbol for his heart? I think this is an amazing conversation starter. To each his own but this, to me, is sad. But then again, many people find me sad. :)

Lessons and musings from the ranch

Horses.

I love them.

I am highly allergic to them.

We have three at the ranch: Snowflake, Belle and Napoleon. Guess which one I like? For people that have listened for a long time or know me personally, they would guess Snowflake or Belle. (I can here the jokes even up here in the mountains – Stu and Pat!)

Napoleon is a huge black horse, he has a bit of quarter horse in him I am told, but I don’t know anything about horses except they aren’t that different from people. Last year, when Snowflake almost bucked one of us off, we thought, at first, she had seen a snake. Nope. Then as she began to walk funny we thought she had a rock caught in her hoof. Nope. She was just done with the ride. To put it kindly, she is “spirited.” I call her El Diablo and I think Napoleon does as well. This morning I went in to the corral and found bite marks on Napoleon. Some horses are just mean, just like people. Sometimes they are mistreated or neglected while other times they just develop bad habits over time and feel the need to ‘show you who’s boss”.

I took Napoleon to another corral on the other side of the barns.

I love him and I like to think he loves me.

Today, I went into his new corral and he followed me around. Rubbed his face on my chest and we stood eye to eye. He actually had to bend down quite a bit as he towers over me. He is my buddy and I would do anything for him. It is weird how quickly you can become attached to an animal. When we went for a ride up into the mountains Monday, we knew we had each other’s back. We knew it again this morning. As the hives began to form on my hands and arms and my throat began to close just a bit again today, I ignored it for as long as I could.

I fed him a couple of apples while we talked about the state of the country. He looked at me and spoke through his big brown eyes. “the answers are not easy, but they are simple”, I imagined him saying to me. “Kindness, gentleness, compassion and love.”

It isn’t the wisdom of a big black horse who has never seen the world, read a book or traveled farther from his home than maybe the state fair. It is the wisdom of the universe that is encoded in all of life. We can all hear it, if we just can find a way to slow down and listen to the whispering of the eternities.

How does chewing gum change your appearance?

This shows us how little things that don’t matter, matter. I may never not chew gum again.

From ScienceDump.com:

An age-old social stigma says that chewing gum gives a bad impression. But is that true? Beldent debunks this myth and offers proof using a real-life experiment, in a new and unique campaign conceived by Del Campo Saatchi & Saatchi.

WATCH:

Why don’t we ever recognize the important moments when we are living them?

Over the weekend, Glenn put together this note on his Facebook page. We are reprinting it here for GlennBeck.com readers:

Good morning. Random thoughts this a.m.:

Tania let me sleep in this morning. God bless her. Hannah is coming over to can tomato sauce with Tania but before she does we are going to work on cake decorating. Hannah is taking a class. My dad was one of the best I have ever seen. Unfortunately Hannah doesn’t fully realize how much I didn’t learn from my dad, but together maybe I can remember a few things to pass on.

Why don’t we ever recognize the important moments when we are living them? I wish I would have learned more from my dad.

Also, here is what is happening behind the doors at Stage 19. The stage at The Mercury Studios, where they shot JFK, Silkwood, Barney, Prison Break and the first 2 years of The Glenn Beck Program on TheBlaze is getting a complete overhaul.

Even though the stage is 16,000 square feet and the largest stage in daily use for TV production in America, the set that is coming in is so large that we have to clear the entire floor. Which means the radio set, the Glenn Beck show set, commercial production and unfortunately the Oval Office need to come down.

It will have a place for a studio audience of 150 which we are excited about. The first time you will be able to see the new stage is for the WeWillNotConform.com event to make Common Core history. That is July 22. Movie theaters all across the country will participate for that one night only live event. Get your tickets and details at that website and join, me, David Barton, Dana Loesch, and Michelle Malkin.

In the pics you can see The Resolute desk coming out. I have been trying to figure out a place to put the Oval, but it is just too large even for the atrium. I don’t want to crate it again as it is the one thing that everyone has their picture taken in when they come to visit.

Btw- I am thinking about putting a temporary history exhibit on Stage 19 this August so people could come and take a tour of the studios as well as see some of the amazing things from history that tell the American story. We have been debating whether or not people would come. I think there wouldn’t be enough hours in the day for the people that wanted to show their kids Abe Lincoln’s desk, Patton’s helmet, George Washington’s compass and log book, the Disneyland Prospectus, the horrifying bed sheet where Abraham Lincoln died and 100s of other items we have now collected. We would charge $20 but all of the proceeds would go to Mercury One our charity. Should we do it or not?

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I am in the final phase of a massive transformation

I am once again on a plane chasing the sun.

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.

A conversation with a man who proves ‘conservative’ is now the rebel voice

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.

Unvarnished, unapologetic, and real. Don’t miss my conversation with SABO Monday at 5pm on TheBlaze TV.

Pat offered to help me a few weeks ago…big mistake

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.

Breaking bread with friends of all backgrounds and ideologies

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’:

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Breaking a glass with Rabbi Kula, symbolizing our marriage between faith/values/principles and high tech. Together, those two things will change the world:

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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.

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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.

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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.

Wow. Brave.

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.

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How exaggerated are the Obama administration’s sexual assault stats?

In my last post, I showed exactly where the White House is getting their “1 in 5 women are sexually assaulted in college” stat.

Now that we know where it’s coming from, let’s breakdown just how exaggerated this number is.

The idea that one in five women are raped or sexually assaulted at college just doesn’t pass the smell test, does it?
Economist Mark Perry from the American Enterprise Institute felt the same way. So, instead of just blindly believing it, he actually obtained the sexual assault numbers from the University of Wisconsin-Madison from 2009-2012.

He found that were was a likely maximum of 1,141 sexual assaults among 22,329 female students.

This isn’t common core math, people. It wasn’t 1 in 5 women, it was more like 1 in 20. But, even that number is only true when you assume, as the president has, that about 12% of sexual assaults actually get reported. If you go by the actual reported assault rate, the number is not 1 in 5, but 1 in 163. Other schools he looked at showed similar, if not more damning results to the Presidents alarm.

Can we really believe that 20% of women are sexually assaulted in college?

In 2012, the rape rate in Detroit was 0.05%.

The Obama administration is promoting a number that claims going to college is 400 times as dangerous as living in Detroit.

Think that’s crazy?

During the entire first and second Liberian civil war 1 in 43 women were raped.

The administration is telling you that going to college is 8 times as dangerous as living through two civil wars in Liberia.

During the Rwandan genocide, about 1 in 15 women were raped.

The president is trying to tell you that going to college is three times as dangerous as the Rwandan genocide.

Obviously, some measures of sexual assault are tough to compare because of the way records are kept. But that’s the issue. By cheapening the definitions to max out the victim numbers, you do a massive disservice to those truly affected.

The truth is, if any of these measures were remotely close to accurate, would there be one loving parent in America who would send their daughter to college? Who would spend 40,000 dollars a year to send their kid to Rwandan genocide—times three?

Besides, if the administration actually cared about making women feel comfortable in their personal space, would they appoint this guy to head the task force to protect students from sexual assault?

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What a great way to begin Memorial Day weekend

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!