What is Glenn's true gift?

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My job as I see it hasn't been a job in quite some time. I am finally at the point in my life where I don't need the money and I don't, I don't care. I just want to try to do the right thing. And I will tell you that my mind and my body tell me, go away. Just go away. And to go away with my family is tempting beyond anything else. I was offered fame and fortune, prestige and honor and instead I threw that away and now my next temptation, my family. Give your wife, give yourself what you too really want: Time. Time with each other. Time with the kids. Time to watch my daughter's ballet recital without fighting sleep. To not fight sleep on the drive home, try to be awake and just savor every moment on the way home with her and watch her tell the story of every hand gesture and every dance step over and over again. To watch my first grandchild growing inside of my daughter, teach Mary, my oldest, the law stories of history that she loves so and she craves from me so much. To teach my son courage and watch him grow into the man he was born to be, just time. Just take the time. Live in the magic of life. The darkness whispers its lies. But these are not those times. And we are not meant to be just those people. We are meant for so much more. And each of us have a gift that no one else has, and it's our duty to find it and share it in the venue of our lives.

Most of my life I didn't know what my gift was, and I certainly didn't see a purpose behind it if I did. A recent gift of mine in the last ten years has been to be able to see over the horizon just a bit. A watchman at the gate. Many days I have to remind my selves ‑‑ myself of its properties. Because many times it doesn't feel like a gift; it feels more like a curse. But gift it is. And for a long while I didn't know how to couple it with the gift I love. This one I truly love. It is the gift of storyteller. And I got it from my grandfather. Heaven to me, heaven to me will be able to be to sit with my grandfather under a tree with my family and just remember, to study and watch, watch him weave the stories of life for all those to hear and maybe even a few that will really even listen.

My first real attempt as a professional storyteller, I guess, was The Christmas Sweater, the story of faith and redemption. And while it is now in the millions sold category, the story in my life is still being written.

I wrote a new story I haven't told you about over the last holiday season. I hope I'll be able to share it with you Christmas 2014 called The Immortal. It's a story that just may change the way many of us look at the season and its meaning.

Overton Window was my first novel of warning. Millions read and found new insight on the fight for freedom. And now it's followup. The Eye of Moloch is out this week. It's a story I walked on for about four years with a very talented writer named Jack Henderson. Now, Jack is funny because here's a guy that the New York Times, I believe it was, said he was the next Clancy. He's a brilliant, brilliant writer. Every word from him is inspired... until he penned his words to my story without his name on it, the Overton Window. And suddenly writing under my name, he went from a new legend to sudden hack. We laughed privately at the things they said about his writing skill, thinking that it was mine, and then we just buckled down and we went to work on The Eye of Moloch. It's taken us four years because it was a hard story to write and not a lot of people really believed in it except for Kevin and Jack and me. No one will believe it, they told us. It's too unbelievable. The government, intentionally allowing had your border to fall into the hands of drug lords? Americans having to abandon their border property because it's out of control? The media falling in love with an abuser government, only to be abused by those same government officials they have intellectually married and then they go and protect them because they promised that they are not going to abuse them anymore and they'll change? "Nobody is going to believe this." That's what they told us four years ago. The government used the NSA and the surveillance tools to spy on us and then criminalize American citizens that speak out against the corrupt system. And, of course, no one would believe that many government agencies would not only be involved but then would create their own national police force to keep the peace as the world fell into chaos. The ramblings of a madman. Crazy, right? Until last week when this little story that no one believed in became the little engine that could and the story became true, although still a story that not a lot of Americans believe in. Our friends and family, the ones we just can't convince, right?

This summer is an important one for me for many reasons that you will come to understand in the next few months, whether you agree or not and this July I turn a page for my entire company. Many of my own employees don't yet understand where my company is headed, but let me fill them and you in on it. Mercury Radio Arts and the American Dream Labs and TheBlaze boils down to one thing: We're storytellers. Be it news or fiction based in fact, television, film, Internet, TV or radio, whether it's clothing, new high‑tech, or music, I have built a company that is uniquely equipped to use the hard facts and the truths that helped build this country and tell the story of what man has done and what they can yet do to become a beacon of light and hope for all the world to see. It is, I believe, what Walt Disney felt he was supposed to do in the 1950s.and while he was alive, that's exactly what they did. From Davy Crockett, Daniel Boone, to Johnny Tremain. And here's the amazing thing: Hollywood hated him for it. It may not seem like it now, but he was an outcast even until the day he died. I intend on picking that outcast torch up, where it has been left unattended for so long. If we as a country and a culture wish to survive, we must tell our story. Hollywood and our educational system is not going to do it, and NASA quite frankly is too busy telling other cultures their stories. So we must do it. And this Fourth of July we begin on a new dynamic style, one that is unique and we have not seen anywhere near this scale anywhere in the world. For three days this summer, we will gather. We will teach, expose, share, help those who are less fortunate, laugh, cry, and inspire. For 72 hours I'm going to invite you, and already have, to join my family to create those memories of hope and courage that I believe none will ever forget. On the final day, June 6th, my first multimedia stage experience debuts in Salt Lake City. It's called the Man in the Moon. And quite honestly, I have poured every remaining dime that I have into this production in the single hope of not making the money back but in the single hope that your child and mine will never look at themselves or our history or the moon the same ever again. It is I believe the single best thing I have ever done and I am blessed to have found even better storytellers than I am, filmmakers, digital artists, visionaries in the art of animatronics, sound and music. And the original music you've been hearing this half‑hour is a taste of the score. The number one question I get in the e‑mail right now is what is the Man in the Moon. Nobody seems to know, and yet 20,000 people have trusted me enough to book a flight and buy a ticket. We are humbled by your trust.

A quick note on the story: It came from an idea I had just before we met at Cowboys Stadium in the final Restoring Love event, born out of frustration as I looked up in prayer and said, how does our story end? No reply, I thought. And just then in my search for the greatest books that should be preserved, I found a very old and dusty book simply entitled the Man in the Moon. The story of the man, his planet, and the country that changed it all. We have never found another copy, but it starts like all good books do: In the beginning. And as I read it sitting on the floor, turning its yellow and brittled pages, the words spoke to me of truth, beauty, and love, magic spilled from its pages. I warn you, as we have set it into production, you may not like the ending too much, for some of it is dark and frightening. But you will find unexpected joy which is true to life. It is the story of our darkest nights and our brightest days. There is still yet a hedge should we choose. There is the story of the Man in the Moon. This is our quest, and the question of our age: Which do you choose? I choose light. I choose to believe again. I choose to inspire, to give courage, to correct truths and do such, in such a way that the memory becomes almost magic as it weaves into the fabric of our children's hearts, where it will remain there as a self‑evident truth until such a time they will need to be called on.

We could go away and plant a small farm for me and my family, or we could tell the stories of truth and believe, again.

Stop trying to be right and think of the children

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All the outrage this week has mainly focused on one thing: the evil Trump administration and its minions who delight in taking children from their illegal immigrant parents and throwing them all in dungeons. Separate dungeons, mind you.

That makes for a nice, easy storyline, but the reality is less convenient. Most Americans seem to agree that separating children from their parents — even if their parents entered the US illegally — is a bad thing. But what if that mom and dad you're trying to keep the kids with aren't really the kids' parents? Believe it or not, fraud happens.

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While there are plenty of heartbreaking stories of parents simply seeking a chance for a better life for their children in the US, there are also corrupt, abusive human traffickers who profit from the illegal immigration trade. And sorting all of this out is no easy task.

This week, the Department of Homeland Security said that since October 2017, more than 300 children have arrived at the border with adults claiming to be their parents who turned out not to be relatives. 90 of these fraud cases came from the Rio Grande Valley sector alone.

In 2017, DHS reported 46 causes of fraudulent family claims. But there have already been 191 fraud cases in 2018.

Shouldn't we be concerned about any child that is smuggled by a human trafficker?

When Homeland Security Secretary Kirstjen Nielsen pointed out this 315 percent increase, the New York Times was quick to give these family fraud cases "context" by noting they make up less than one percent of the total number of illegal immigrant families apprehended at the southern border. Their implication was that Nielsen was exaggerating the numbers. Even if the number of fraud cases at the border was only 0.001 percent, shouldn't we be concerned about any child that is smuggled by a human trafficker?

This is the most infuriating part of this whole conversation this week (if you can call it a "conversation") — that both sides have an angle to defend. And while everyone's busy yelling and making their case, children are being abused.

What if we just tried, for two seconds, to love having mercy more than we love having to be right all the time?

Remember when cartoons were happy things? Each panel took you on a tiny journey, carrying you to an unexplored place. In Understanding Comics, Scott McCloud writes:

The comics creator asks us to join in a silent dance of the seen and the unseen. The visible and the invisible. This dance is unique to comics. No other artform gives so much to its audience while asking so much from them as well. This is why I think it's a mistake to see comics as a mere hybrid of the graphic arts and prose fiction. What happens between . . . panels is a kind of magic only comics can create.

When that magic is manipulated or politicized, it often devolves the artform into a baseless thing. Yesterday, Occupy Wall Street published the perfect example of low-brow deviation of the artform: A six-panel approach at satire, which imitates the instructions-panel found in the netted cubbyhole behind seats on airplanes. The cartoon is a critique of the recent news about immigrant children being separated from their parents after crossing the border. It is a step-by-step guide to murdering US Immigrations and Customs Enforcement agents.

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The first panel shows a man shoving an infant into a cage meant for Pomeranians. The following five panels feature instructions, and include pictures of a cartoonish murder.

The panels read as follows:

  1. If an ICE agent tries to take your child at the border, don't panic.
  2. Pull your child away as quickly as possibly by force.
  3. Gently tell your child to close his/her eyes and ears so they won't witness what you are about to do.
  4. Grab the ICE agent from behind and push your knife into his chest with an upward thrust, causing the agent's sternum to break.
  5. Reach into his chest and pull out his still beating heart.
  6. Hold his bloody heart out for all other agents to see, and tell them that the same fate awaits them if they f--- with your child again.

Violent comics are nothing new. But most of the time, they remain in the realms of invented worlds — in other words, not in our own, with reference to actual people, let alone federal agents.

The mainstream media made a game of crying racism with every cartoon depiction of Obama during his presidency, as well as during his tenure as Senator, when the New Yorker, of all things, faced scrutiny for depicting him in "Muslim clothing." Life was a minefield for political cartoonists during the Obama era.

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This year, we saw the leftist outrage regarding The Simpsons character Apu — a cartoon representation of a highly-respected, though cartoonishly-depicted, character on a cartoon show composed of cartoonishly-depicted characters.

We all remember Charlie Hebdo, which, like many outlets that have used cartoon satire to criticize Islam, faced the wrath and ire of people unable to see even the tamest representation of the prophet, Muhammad.

Interesting, isn't it? Occupy Wall Street publishes a cartoon that advocates murdering federal agents, and critics are told to lighten up. Meanwhile, the merest depiction of Muhammad has resulted in riots throughout the world, murder and terror on an unprecedented scale.

The intersection of Islam and comics is complex enough to have its own three-hour show, so we'll leave it at that, for now. Although, it is worth mentioning the commentary by satirical website The Onion, which featured a highly offensive cartoon of all the major religious figures except Muhammad. It noted:

Following the publication of the image above, in which the most cherished figures from multiple religious faiths were depicted engaging in a lascivious sex act of considerable depravity, no one was murdered, beaten, or had their lives threatened.

Of course, Occupy Wall Street is free to publish any cartoon they like. Freedom of speech, and so on—although there have been several instances in which violent cartoons were ruled to have violated the "yelling fire in a crowded theater" limitation of the First Amendment.

Posting it to Twitter is another issue — this is surely in violation of Twitter's violent content policy, but something tells me nothing will come of it. It's a funny world, isn't it? A screenshot of a receipt from Chick-fil-A causes outrage but a cartoon advocating murder gets crickets.

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In Understanding Comics, Scott McCloud concludes that, "Today the possibilities for comics are — as they've always been — endless. Comics offers . . . range and versatility, with all the potential imagery of film and painting plus the intimacy of the written word. And all that's needed is the desire to be heard, the will to learn, and the ability to see."

Smile, and keep moving forward.

Crude and awful as the Occupy Wall Street comic is, the best thing we can do is nod and look elsewhere for the art that will open our eyes. Let the lunatics draw what they want, let them stew in their own flawed double standards. Otherwise, we're as shallow and empty as they are, and nothing good comes of that. Smile, and keep moving forward.

Things are getting better. Show the world how to hear, how to learn, how to see.

People should start listening to Nikki Haley

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Okay. Let's take a vote. You know, an objective, quantifiable count. How many resolutions has the UN Human Rights Council adopted condemning dictatorships? Easy. Well. How do you define "dictatorship"?

Well, one metric is the UN Human Rights Council Condemnation. How many have the United Nations issued to China, with a body count higher than a professional Call of Duty player?

Zero.

How about Venezuela, where socialism is devouring its own in the cruelest, most unsettling ways imaginable?

Zero.

And Russia, home of unsettling cruelty and rampant censorship, murder and (actual) homophobia?

Zero.

Iraq? Zero. Turkey? Iraq? Zero. Cuba? Zero. Pakistan? Zero.

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According to UN Human Rights Council Condemnations, 2006-2016, none of these nations is as dangerous as we'd imagined. Or, rather, none of them faced a single condemnation. Meanwhile, one country in particular has faced unbelievable scrutiny and fury — you'll never guess which country.

No, it's not Somalia. It's Israel. With 68 UN Human Rights Council Condemnations! In fact, the number of total United Nations condemnations against Israel outnumbers the total of condemnations against all other countries combined. The only country that comes close is Syria, with 15.

The Trump administration withdrew from the United Nations Human Rights Council on Tuesday in protest of what it perceives as an entrenched bias against Israel and a willingness to allow notorious human rights abusers as members.

In an address to the UN Security Council on Tuesday, Nikki Haley said:

Let's remember that the Hamas terrorist organization has been inciting violence for years, long before the United States decided to move our embassy. This is what is endangering the people of Gaza. Make no mistake, Hamas is pleased with the results from yesterday... No country in this chamber would act with more restraint than Israel has.

Maybe people should start listening to Haley. Hopefully, they will. Not likely, but there's no crime in remaining hopeful.

Here's a question unique to our times: "Should I tell my father 'Happy Father's Day,' even though he (she?) is now one of my mothers?"

Father's Day was four days ago, yes, but this story is just weird enough to report on. One enjoyable line to read was this gem from Hollywood Gossip: "Cait is a woman and a transgender icon, but she is also and will always be the father of her six children."

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Imagine reading that to someone ten — even five — years ago. And, honestly, there's something nice about it. But the strangeness of its having ever been written overpowers any emotional impact it might bring.

"So lucky to have you," wrote Kylie Jenner, in the Instagram caption under pre-transition pictures of Bruce Jenner.

Look. I risk sounding like a tabloid by mere dint of having even mentioned this story, but the important element is the cultural sway that's occurring. The original story was that a band of disgruntled Twitter users got outraged about the supposed "transphobic" remarks by Jenner's daughter.

But, what we should be saying is, "who the hell cares?" Who cares what one Jenner says to another — and more importantly and on a far deeper level — who cares what some anonymous Twitter user has to say?

When are we going to stop playing into the hands of the Twitter mob?

When are we going to stop playing into the hands of the Twitter mob? Because, at the moment, they've got it pretty good. They have a nifty relationship with the mainstream media: One or two Twitter users get outraged by any given thing — in this case Jenner and supposed transphobia. In return, the mainstream media use the Twitter comment as a source.

Then, a larger Twitter audience points to the article itself as proof that there's some kind of systemic justice at play. It's a closed-market currency, where the negative feedback loop of proof and evidence is composed of faulty accusations. Isn't it a hell of a time to be alive?