Glenn turns Thanksgiving Eve into a personal conversation and a moment for empowerment

November 27, 2013

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Today is a very different day.

I've sent everybody here in the studios in Las Colinas, Texas, back home and told them to be with their families and spend the day so you and I can spend some time. Whether you're in the airport or in the car driving home or you're like me, somebody who has to work today, that we could be together and share the truth on the history of Thanksgiving, the history of our country, the history of the season and what it's really all about. I am convinced that Thanksgiving and Christmas and New Year's are put together really through divine providence, that when we are humble enough, we will see the meaning of Christmas and we'll be able to change our life in the new year. That's what it's really all about, I think, but it's the humility part that gets us and this is really one of those days that you either love or hate.

We all have people in our family that we don't necessarily get along with. We were talking at the family dinner table last night, my daughter and my new grandchild and my eldest daughter and my two youngest kids. We had my son-in-law's mom at the table last night. We read our -- we read our scriptures at the table last night and we started talking about family and we started talking about the holidays. And I just love having my family near, but there -- it hasn't always been that way. And I said to my -- I said to my kids, you know, it's important, I think, to get away from your parents and your family for a while because otherwise I would have been that stinky younger brother. I would always be who my family thought I was.

But I want you to come to the table today, and this is one of the reasons why I really wanted to spend some time with you one on one today. I really wanted to spend some time with you today talking about what this is really all about so you -- even if you have one of those family situations where you just don't want to go because you don't get along with somebody at the family or maybe you don't get along with anybody in the family, or maybe you're going into a situation where everybody disagrees with you. That's okay. And to recognize that we're all different and our jobs are to be a beacon of hope and not to engage in fear and worry and doubt but faith, hope and confidence and to give thanks.

Last summer I wrote, while we were in the midst of still putting together Man in the Moon, I was working on another project. It's called Believe Again. When they asked me what the name of the CD would be, I said "Believe Again." Believe, period, Again, period. So many of us have lost faith. So many of us are going to lose faith because things are going to get hard. And we live in a time now, in a world now where if it's hard, it shouldn't happen. It shouldn't be that way. "I was promised that it wouldn't be hard." You were never promised that. In fact, it is our struggles. It is the things that we question, the things that push us up against the wall. Those are the things that make us.

So at the end of spring of this year, I wrote a letter about Christmas. I had a guy who's never produced an album before get together with an album producer and get together with people that we found on YouTube. We went and we scoured YouTube. We thought, "This person sounds great." And we called them up and we asked them: "We'd like to try to do a CD but we want to do it with all people of different faith, all different faith. Is faith, does it play a role to you?" If the answer was yes, we asked them to join. Some of them quite honestly when they found out who was responsible for the CD didn't want to participate, and strangely not because of my politics but because of my personal faith. They missed the point. The point was people of all walks of life getting together and celebrating God and showing that we can work together.

But I wrote a note back in spring to all those involved and I said:

Out of all of the gifts that we can give to America as a gift, the only one that really will matter will be the gift of light.Such spiritual darkness is rolling over the entire planet and most of the world has let their light burn out over the years. Some have had their flame intentionally snuffed out. They've done it themselves. Our job will be to show the world that flicker of light again and gently rekindle that flame. With divine providence and guidance from above, if we are loyal, pure, and focused on the love that he expects from us and requires us to share, we will see that flicker begin and blaze back to life.
Freedom is slipping through the fingers of so many around the world. And I think it's about time that we accept the mantle of new civil rights leaders of the world, at least until -- at least until the time when those people that were supposed to do it show up. Our task is harder right now because much of the world has plunged into darkness and can no longer see the truth. But those of us who are awake have something that the others don't: The power of truth. The struggles against powers and principalities that nears our ancestors have conquered before.It was just the beginning, and there is more struggle that will come. But hopefully with these songs that you will put together, travelers from around the world will find their way and help preserve the rights of man.
So many in the world are whining about trouble or whining about struggle. And in our part of the world, so much of it is for no reason whatsoever. I feel as though our dad, our God, is about to say, "You want to cry about something? I'll give you something to cry about," just as any dad would. It will be our job to recognize that we brought most of this upon ourselves. Let us see and share the gift of redemption that is far more valuable than any gold, Frankincense, or myrrh. If we follow our promptings with joy and eagerness and exactness, that those of you who are recording this CD, your voices will fill the air with praises to our God and king.
Find out what you promised him you would do in your lifetime and then may we all live our lives in such a way that we may be a gift of light, of courage, of joy in a troubled and frightened world. Many mighty miracles will be seen in the coming days and I think mighty miracles just may come from what you set out to do.
It's strange I find myself believing in people sometimes more than the people themselves do. But I really think I know who they are and what they're capable of doing.
May they this season find blessings in the love and peace of God and may they never fear, no matter what the darkness tries to do, because the gift of life, the gift of light, conquers all.

What will happen while Glenn is away on vacation?

As many of you now know, Glenn has taken off for a much-deserved, two-week vacation with strict orders not to watch the news. Well, two weeks is a long time in the news world, and a LOT can happen while Glenn is away.

What do you think will happen while Glenn is away? Will Biden take another fall? Will the government finally confess knowledge of alien lifeforms? Let us know what you think below.

Will the Government confirm the existence of aliens?

Is Biden going to fall again?

Will Kamala Harris become president?

Will Hillary Clinton announce her candidacy for president?

Will AI start an uprising?

Will World War III start?

Will Bud Light go out of business?

Will it be confirmed that Fidel Castro is Justin Trudeau's father?

Will California criminalize pianos due to their historic associations with the ivory trade?

Will Joe Biden give a speech where he recounts an encounter with Bigfoot?

How my family's Target boycott is affecting my wife (satire)

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If you've been tuning in this month, you'll know that my family and I have been boycotting Target since they released their problematic Pride collection. We are determined, but boy has it been difficult... particularly on my wife.

I'm not saying that I kept a diary of my wife's Target withdrawals... but I'm not saying that I didn't either.

Here are the "alleged" entries of my family's first week of boycotting Target.

Day 1

My wife began the day optimistic. Determined. She kept saying, "I can do it. I can do it. For the sake of what is right, I can do it."

For a moment there, I thought this boycott was going to be kind of easy. I thought she would bounce into action, and never look back.

At about noon on day one, she started to crack just a little bit. She looked at me and said, "The only jeans that fit me properly are from Target. Where am I going to get my jeans? What will I do without my favorite jeans?"

One weird thing. She has been speaking differently. It's almost like a nervous tick. Random words come out at random times. Day one, I kissed her good night and said, "I love you." She said, "I love Lindt Lindor Milk Chocolate Candy Truffles."

And I think that has something to do with Target, but I'm not really sure.

Day 2

My wife began laughing today... a LOT. But then, abruptly, her laughter broke into a disconcerting grimace that reminded me ever so slightly of a gargoyle.

I tried to remind myself, "This is going to be a good thing. This is going to make a difference," and my wife proceeded to give me a long-winded rant about how Satan tempted Jesus, and how this is my temptation in the desert. Shortly after, I found her reading her Bible in Matthew chapter 4, repeating, "40 days of THIS?!"

She tried to go to Walmart and even made it about 10 feet into the store... but then she sped home and took a shower for 45 minutes.

Day 3

Have you seen The Shining? The way Jack Nicholson slowly becomes unhinged?

It's beginning to feel like that on day three, at the house. Several times, I caught her petting picture frames. When I asked if everything was okay, she said, "I can't find gallery frames for an excellent price anywhere. You know. Think of the frames."

Later, I caught her piling bath bombs onto her side of the bed.

I said, "Honey, what are those for?"

And her answer was a little terrifying. I can't really remember. Only something about the onslaught of a war of sparkles and tiaras. So I don't know what that means.

And I didn't ask.

Day 4

The shakes have begun. Confusion has overtaken her eyes. Every couple of minutes she gasps and looks around, face full of panic.

She cries in agony, "WHERE will I find oversized blouses?" She gasps again, "What if somebody has a birthday? Where am I going to go? Where am I going to go? What if there is a birthday?"

Day 5

Midway through lunch, my wife shrieked, realizing she was only seven decorative pillows away from an empty bed top.

Our day somehow got worse when news broke that Chip and Joanna Gaines had just released their new candle trough.

That was day five.

Day 6

The rations have vanished.

The boycott now has begun to affect the family's food supply. This morning, I asked my wife, "Do we have any milk?

My wife whispered, "Don't you know where the milk comes from? Don't you know where I get the milk?"

I answered, my voice quivering, "Milk? What milk? I don't need any milk!"

She was almost out of Meyers soap and nearly caved when the revelation kicked in that she might have to go to Walmart.

To make matters worse, Target had just released their new Meyers fall scents, including, but not limited to pumpkin spice—and if you don't have pumpkin spice Meyers soap, who are you, really?

Then things really spiraled when she needed to pick up Starbucks honey flat white and some new laundry detergent. For the first time in a long time, this was going to require TWO stops, and let me tell you, those two stops did not make her happy.

At bedtime, she locked herself into the guest bedroom and insisted on being left alone.

Day 7

For the first day, I have a little hope.

The whole thing was awful. Terrible. Miserable. Heartbreaking.

But still not bad enough to make me or any of my friends want to chug down a Bud Light.

Do aliens... EXIST? Or is it a distraction?

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Yesterday, whistleblower David Charles Grusch, a decorated Air Force veteran claimed the Department of Defense has a secret team aimed at "retrieving non-human origin technical vehicles, call it spacecraft if you will, non-human exotic origin vehicles that have either landed or crashed."

Talk about UFOs and aliens has typically been siloed to the realm of sci-fi and "conspiracy theories." However, in recent years, publicized evidence of UFOs and whistleblowers, like David Grusch, have brought the once fantastical subjects into the mainstream. Could it be that alien life forms do, in fact, exist? Have they already arrived and been kept secret underneath the government's nose? Or could this all be a ruse to distract us from more pressing stories in the news cycle?

We want to hear from YOU! Do YOU think aliens and UFOs are a distraction tactic, or do you think there's truth behind these whistleblowers?

Do you believe the government has intel about UFOs?

Do you believe the government has intel about alien life?

Do you believe the government is hiding this intel from the general public?

Do you believe alien life exists?

Do you think the media is using this story to distract us from other issues?

Remembering D-Day: We are called to the same standard

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79 years ago today, my grandfather jumped out of a plane. He was 17 years old when he joined the 101st Airborne Division, and at the ripe age of 18, he boarded a C-47 aircraft with the rest of his company destined for Normandy. On June 6, 1944, he jumped out of that plane onto Utah Beach, becoming a part of what would become the largest amphibious invasion in military history, Operation Overlord, or, as it's more commonly known, D-Day.

Though only 18, my grandfather was one of the oldest soldiers in his company. He recounted how many, like himself, lied about their age in order to have their shot at fighting for their country. As Omaha Beach veteran Frank Devita recounted:

We were all kids. We were too young to drink. We were too young to vote. And we were too young to die.

And many of them did.

On June 6, 1944, almost 160,000 troops from the United States, the British Commonwealth, and their allies began what would become the ultimate demise of the Third Reich, concluding one of the darkest chapters in human history. 2,500 of these soldiers were American boys who gave the ultimate sacrifice in Normandy, where most of them remain, their bodies never making it back home to the country for which they paid the ultimate price.

2,500 of these soldiers were American boys who gave the ultimate sacrifice in Normandy.

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In an age seemingly devoid of courage and virtue, it is natural to picture these soldiers as the greatest of men. And they were. However, we must remember these exemplars of manhood were boys, young boys, who exhibited the courage and virtue that we so seldom see in those twice their age today.

We must remember these exemplars of manhood were boys.

Remembering D-Day is not only sobering regarding the loss of life and innocence; it's sobering to consider how far our country has strayed from the ideals exemplified by the "greatest generation."

79 years ago, Americans knew what they were fighting for. As a Jewish man born in Berlin, witnessing the rise of fascism and socialism at the expense of individual liberty and the sanctity of life, my grandfather was eager to go back to his birthplace as an American soldier to fight for the fundamental principles of life and liberty that he and his family had been denied in Nazi Germany.

They were some of the lucky individuals who were able to escape—and there's a reason why he and his family chose America as their new homeland. The life and liberty they had been denied in Germany were regarded as sacred in the United States.

Yet, do we still regard these things as sacred?

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Most of the United States still hold that the sanctity of life is contingent upon convenience and circumstance. Economic policies continue to morph closer to the socialism adopted by the rest of the world in the 20th century, penalizing the success and merit that was once tantalizing to immigrants like my grandfather. Moreover, 2020 extinguished any doubt that the freedoms we hold dear are expendable at the whims of our ruling class.

This isn't the same America that provided refuge to my grandfather's family nor is it the same country that he and his brothers-in-arms fought for.

On this anniversary of D-Day, it is important that we remember the sacrifice given by the young American boys, who became the greatest of men, on the beaches of Normandy. However, perhaps it is just as important to remember that we are called to the very same standard as they so powerfully exemplified: to love our country and the principles of life and freedom that stand in stark contrast to much of the onlooking world and to have the courage to defend it, even if it requires the level courage that these young men were called to.

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