If people don't wake up now...when will they?

Have our hearts already grown too cold? Atheism is surging. The Amtrak crash was a madhouse. Homelessness on the rise in LA. Feds using immigration laws to harass citizens. The list goes on and on. And as Glenn found out yesterday, he can't even post an update on Facebook about his granddaughter going to the hospital without people attacking him. What is happening to the world? On Wednesday's TV show, Glenn delivered a message everyone needs to hear - before it's too late.

Below is rush transcript of this segment:

Because of lawlessness, the love of many will grow cold. It’s an ancient prophecy, but it seems more and more relevant with every passing day.

Every abuse of power is met with excuses, justification, and worst of all, apathy. If we don’t wake up soon, what will the world look like when we finally do? President Obama has the latest executive power play. It comes as he tries to force through a classified secret trade deal. This deal is on the scale of ObamaCare, and it basically would be a major coup for Japan and others to trade cheaply—we think; we don’t know.

Some say it’s good. Some say it’s bad. We don’t know. We do know Obama’s track record, so who do you trust? Progressives on the right and the left are the problem. There’s no transparency.

I talked to somebody last night about this trade deal and tried to get some information, somebody who had actually read it in classified form. Said Glenn, I don’t think there’s a problem with it, I don’t, but I don’t know. It’s the partisan politics that we play. Partisans on the right hammer me every time I pointed out, but it is true. Partisan politics run by the progressives in both the Democrat and the Republican Party is the problem. It’s why voting for the guy who can win has gotten us where it has taken us.

We’re being taken to the same place, bigger and bigger government with more and more control out of our hands. I used to think that one was driving us in a Ferrari and the other in a VW, but I think they’re both driving jets. There is no difference. What bothers me most is another abuse of power, and by and large, nobody seems to care. It just seems to come and go one after another, and we’re immune to the abuse.

It has happened so many times that we’re now desensitized to it, and we become apathetic or detached, cynical, because we have started to believe that we can’t change anything, and I’m here to tell you that’s a lie. We walk around now in almost a catatonic state. This is what it looks like in China. A two-year-old toddler wanders away from his mother and into an alley and gets hit by a car. The car proceeds to run over the child and then leave the scene. As if that wasn’t horrific enough, it was only the beginning of the tragedy. Person after person walks by, sees the child wounded, and keeps on walking by doing nothing.

A few years ago, I watched this. I looked at that tape and I marveled, how could that possibly happen? The answer is because their society has suffered for decades and decades of the individual doesn’t matter. It’s the collective, the heavy hand of communism. Don’t do anything yourself. You can’t do anything about it. And hearts grow cold.

Well, if we don’t wake up soon, we will suffer the same fate, and I think we might already be beginning to see the symptoms of it. The Amtrak derailment that happened last night, at least seven are dead, over 100 injured as the train and all of the cars completely derailed near Philadelphia. It was a horrific scene—mangled cars, people tossed into the luggage racks, awful.

But something caught my attention, former Congressman Patrick Murphy was on the train, and here’s how he described the aftermath of the wreck. He said, “[People] didn’t care about anyone else, so stepping over people and stuff.” We may be closer to the Chinese level of apathy and coldness than we thought.

Our culture today bombards us with over 300 messages per day that say you need to have this, you deserve that, it’s all about me, me, me, me. Combine that with incessant programming that appeals to and affirms our selfish desires with a growing perception of helplessness, and you have the perfect conditions for man’s love to grow cold. It’s all about me. I can’t do anything about what’s going on. You foster that mentality long enough, and of course people are going to be stepping over bodies to get out of trains. That’s what we’ve been conditioned to do.

Let me give you another example. I want to read something I just posted on Facebook about, I don’t know, an hour ago. My daughter had called me. My granddaughter just was taken to the hospital, and I just got back. I want to read this to you. This is what I posted on the way back.

I have so much to learn. By the way, you’re not going to like this about me, but it’s true. I have so much to learn. Today, I learned how out of whack I was as a man while I was working in New York. Today, my granddaughter had a spill and had to go to Children’s Hospital. Mom and dad were both there. I was in a meeting when I found out and jumped into the car so I could be there for them. On the way, I was reflecting when my son, Raphe, was young and fell off the bed and broke his collarbone. I remember how upset Tania was. She felt like a bad mother. She’s the best. It wasn’t true.

As I was driving to the hospital today, I searched my memories for me at the hospital with Tania and Raphe. There weren’t any. He was in Connecticut, and I was in New York City working. “How,” I asked myself today, “as a husband and a father, did I put my broadcast ahead of me being there for my wife?” I thank God again today for an entirely new reason that I left FOX. Even when we think we’re doing all we can do, there’s more we can do if our priorities are right. I’ve changed so much in the last five years and more over the last twenty.

I spoke to a great businessman today who asked the same question that I’ve asked myself and others for years, “Would you be as good of a man as you are today if your life all ran smoothly?” I don’t think so. It’s our challenges, our faults, and our failures and the noticing of them that makes us better. 'I have this recurring nightmare that everyone loved me for who I was, and I missed the chance to be a better man.' That’s a line from Muse. I will ask forgiveness from my wife tonight and beg the Lord to help me be a better man, father, and husband. I take solace in the fact that I’m not the same man that I was, and I know my family can take care of themselves, but it’s my job to be there to protect, heal, and bless. Lorelai, by the way, is okay.

When I wrote this, within two minutes somebody responded well, I guess it’s your millions that allow you to do those things, and when you have millions of dollars, then you can do whatever you want. I didn’t know how to respond. I responded as Gandhi-like as I could, and I just said it’s not about the money. It’s about priorities, and when did we turn into this country where everything is about money, where we hate each other because of different classes?

Then, the very next thing was I posted Lorelai is all right, thank God. She was eating a Popsicle by the time I left. Somebody had written in the very next comment on that was but what about all the Iraqi children? Your idol, Bush, has more blood on his hands than Saddam. There is no God. Otherwise our leaders would be crapping themselves about murdering all those people. I just wrote to him, what about the children that are being beheaded and crucified today?

When we can’t even have a conversation about somebody’s child or grandchild when they’re humbling themselves and saying wow, I’m a broken person, I’ve got a lot to learn, when we as a society can’t say (A) praying for you, hope everything’s all right, don’t normally agree with you, but I know you’re struggling today—when we make everything about race, money, or politics, there’s no way out.

We have to turn away from ourselves, from our anger, from our bitterness, from our pettiness, and turn toward something bigger. We’re not the point of this life. We have to put others in front of us. This is not easy to do, and none of us will do it perfectly. I am the least of all of us that are gathered here every day, but if we don’t try, we’re going to end up in a place where we’re stepping over dying people on trains and ignoring wounded toddlers in the streets. We have some waking up to do.

Something else about the Amtrak crash that I’m not seeing really covered anywhere, and I want to be really careful because this could be just a nasty accident, and I hope it is. They’re still investigating the cause of the wreck. It happened around a curve, so it is possible that it was negligence on the conductor’s part, but so far, they’re saying he was going the speed limit. But a few details are now beginning to emerge that could suggest otherwise.

Septa, the local train in Philadelphia, reported that one of their trains was hit by a projectile just a short time before the crash on the same line within a few miles of where the Amtrak train derailed. Also, back in February, a freight train derailed in South Carolina. The FBI believes that that derailment was no accident. After the 9/11 attacks, several what are called “derailers” were reported stolen, nine of them. The only use for these are for train operators to intentionally derail trains. So, it is definitely possible that this was an intentional act, but the investigation continues.

But did you notice what Donald Trump said last night? Within moments of hearing it, he tweets about what a horrible accident. It’s because of our infrastructure. We don’t know if it’s our infrastructure. Yes, our infrastructure is dying, but we the people saw $1 trillion of our money be wasted on shovel-ready projects to fix our infrastructure. His next tweet is there’s only one guy in the world that can fix our infrastructure, and it’s me. Oh my gosh, the night of the accident you’re campaigning? How cold and callous do you have to be?

We’re entering perilous times. I’ve told you in the past, I have done my homework on Bonhoeffer and Gandhi, on Martin Luther King and Lincoln. I’ve looked at them. Why did they win, and why did Bonhoeffer fail? Bonhoeffer failed because the people stopped connecting with their heart. And this is going to be harder and harder as we go every day. People have lost almost all trust in our institutions, from Congress to businesses to churches.

There was even a new poll that showed 45% of people believe now that the military might try to take over the United States. That sounds crazy, but then again, that’s how frustrated and scared and unsure of the landscape that people are. We don’t trust anyone or anything anymore, and there’s not much less left to trust.

The TSA, the one that was set up to protect us, the citizens, is herding us like cattle and is groping citizens instead of protecting them. A Freedom of Information request has revealed some disturbing new details about a series of sexual assaults at airports all across the country, including one where a TSA supervisor laughed at a passenger who said I’ve just been groped. That was at Chicago O’Hare Airport, by the way, which Chicago has just been downgraded to junk bond status and the same city where most of the complaints have occurred.

The IRS targeted conservatives, conservative groups. We know that, but now they’re targeting small business owners, using a law intended to stop drug trafficking and money laundering. I want to show you just a quick video here, unbelievable. The IRS pounced on a rural North Carolina store that sells catfish, worms, and sandwiches. Watch.

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Did anybody read that, what is it, the IMF today is talking now about digitizing all money, making cash, this is the proposal over in England, making cash illegal? So, when the collapse comes, they can just digitize everything, and that way they control exactly what you spend.

By the way, there are 3,554 new federal regulations that were born last year. That came with a $1.8 trillion price tag, but does anybody care? The EPA is now targeting public health concerns at nail salons. The list goes on and on and on.

The more abuses we have, the more that they come in and try to control our life, the more they screw up our life, the more things happen and we don’t notice, the more helpless we feel to change a darn thing. And the colder our hearts grow. Don’t let your heart grow cold. If it does, we will not recognize our country when we get out of the other side. Wake up. Wake up.

My fellow supporters,

It is with a heavy heart that I must make a sad announcement today. The time has come to press pause on the dream of Beto for president. It's not the end of the Beto dream. It's just pressing pause for a while, like pausing a Foss CD. The dream will keep right on spinning, until we return to it and press play again. I mean, look at Bernie Sanders. That guy's almost twice my age and he's still running for president. That means you can look forward to Beto running for office for decades to come. I have found there is tremendous joy and freedom in running for office and never winning. All the travel, Vanity Fair cover stories, food and free beer, with none of the hassle or responsibility of having an actual job in elected office (or any job at all). It's really great.

With the exception of myself, no one has supported Beto more faithfully and true than you, the fans. I'd also like to thank my wife Amy for continually raising our children so that I can travel this great land in my never-ending quest to find myself (and also to connect with you, the fans). From attending my very hip and not-at-all contrived jogging town halls, to slapping those trendy Beto bumper stickers on your hybrid-SUVs, to steadying tables all over America so I could jump on top of them and yell and jab the air, to clicking "like" on all those Facebook videos of my dentist visits – you perpetuated this Beto dream way longer than it had any right to be perpetuated.

So, I'm sure you're now wondering – what's next for Beto?

Other than pursuing my career as a solo rock recording artist, I believe the best way I can serve America and bring true justice to this great land of ours is by stealing from the rich and giving to those who fall in the sweet spot on the intersectionality charts. Except I won't steal from my billionaire father-in-law, only because getting my family cut out of the will would not be in America's best interest. You need a Beto who is independently wealthy via his wife and so do I. Plus, as you know by now, from following the 2020 presidential campaign so closely, the only acceptable status quo in America is leaving the wealth of Progressive elites alone. Everyone else's wealth is fair game, including the middle class. It's the right thing to do.

You need a Beto who is independently wealthy via his wife and so do I.

Therefore, from this day forward I will henceforth be known as Beto Hood. You will be able to join the cause by purchasing official Beto Hood merch soon at Beto Hood dot com. Together, with my band of merry men, who will be known as "merry non-binaries", we will roam the land, righting all the wrongs and bringing about all the social justice that Donald Trump refuses to let you have.

Beto Hood and his Merry Non-Binaries will live on the road. And in the woods (in eco-friendly, fully sustainable treehouse yurts). And in the shadows. We will skateboard and learn archery and rappelling. We will become proficient in hand-to-hand combat. We will become experts in all weaponry except guns, since guns are the evilest weapons. We will care for all the animals of the forest. You already know my affinity for squirrels. Not only will we continue to rescue all the orphan squirrels, we will train them in petty thievery and nimble sabotage. We will affix tiny helmets on them, fitted with tiny Go Pro cameras to live stream their heroic exploits on Facebook. Side note: my colonoscopy next week will also be live streamed on Facebook and available to rent on iTunes.

Using the skills I honed as a college graduate scaling the gates of UTEP, Beto Hood and his Merry Non-Binaries will scale the gates of America's richest and steal from their grotesque wealth. Jewelry, high-end electronics, precious antiques, art, women's shoes – nothing of value will be off-limits. Drawing on my experience while my father was a county judge, we will live above the law. It will be dangerous work, the Lord's work as some people say. But totally worth the risk.

Also, we will not wait for Constitutional amendments nor judicial overreach to get rid of America's AR-15s. We will steal those too. One by one. Using very large versions of those stretchy sticky hands that come in cereal boxes, we will literally be able to snatch these vile guns right out from under the noses of the monsters who own them. Then, with our literal mountain of confiscated AR-15s, we will melt them down and use the metal to build a flotilla of sturdy watercraft, called Beto Boats (trademark pending). Families will be able to use these Beto Boats to save themselves and others when the rising waters of climate change overtake our cities in exactly ten years.

Who needs the presidency? I have big, bold plans for a bright future as an outlaw hero.

Who needs the presidency? I have big, bold plans for a bright future as an outlaw hero. So, don't cry for me, America. Beto will be just fine. Dropping out of this race is nothing that another months-long, head-clearing road trip won't cure. And after that, I'll start shopping for some tights.



[NOTE: The preceding Memo was a parody written by MRA writer Nathan Nipper – not Beto O'Rourke.]

Ryan: Making of an Ant Queen

Photo by Kevin Ryan

The embattled, Nobel-Peace-Prize-winning author Liu Xiaobo wrote that "Life is priceless even to an ant."

An ant colony can only survive for a few months after the death of its queen. On average, queens live 10 to 15 years. Some, up to 30 years, one of the longest insect lifespans, hidden deep within the colony, protected, unable to use her wings because she's a little bigger than she used to be.

Plus she's very busy.

The majority of ants are female. Wingless, sterile worker ants. They build nests, they forage, they hunt.

Theirs is a far briefer life than the queen's, ranging from a few weeks up to a year. But they see more of the outside world than any other ant.

The bigger they are, the farther they travel. And they release pheromones along the way so that they have a trail home.
Drones — winged male ants whose primary function in life is to mate with the queen — die after mating and rarely make it out of the colony.

Then, there are the soldier ants. They protect the colony and attack.

To quote philosopher Bertrand Russell, "Ants and savages put strangers to death."

They go on raids.

The attacking colony rarely loses, so most colonies flee as soon as an invasion begins. But they sometimes remain and fight.
Ants on both sides of the battle die in droves.

Henry David Thoreau describes an ant battle in Walden: "On every side they were engaged in deadly combat, yet without any noise that I could hear, and human soldiers never fought so resolutely."

If the attackers succeed in overtaking a colony, they pillage the eggs. Some are eaten, fed to larvae. But others become victims of slave raiding. Meaning that the victors return home with their enemy's unborn, feed them, nurse them. Then, when the eggs hatch, the victors force them into slavery.

Often, the slaves even develop an allegiance to the colony which ransacked their home and enslaved them. They'll even help raid other colonies and either die pointlessly or help with the seizure of the next generation of slaves.

Sometimes, however, the slave ants rebel.

In the words of Persian poet Saadi, "Ants, fighting together, will vanquish the lion."

Flying ants, both male and female, leave the colony to form another colony. Once they find a suitable place, the males's wings fall off and they mate to their death. Then one or more of the females becomes queen.

*

It felt odd, any time I sat with a roomful of media, a few hundred journalists from all over the world, as they simultaneously, silently, decided "Yep, that's newsworthy. We should hammer that."

It wasn't like everyone turned to each other and said, "Let's agree on the narrative."

It was an energy.

Photo by Kevin Ryan

Like in Houston, at the third Democratic Debate, after Biden misused the word "record player," you could hear chatter spread through the room, people muttering the words "records" and "record player."

In Houston, the media watched the debate from a gymnasium around the corner from the auditorium. So I could contrast the crowd's reactions with the media's reactions.

Nearly every time, there was a disparity between the two. The media were more relaxed — during the debate at least. The audience enjoyed any mentions of identity issues. There were a lot. But the media barely reacted at all.

This was a good thing, probably.

*

It's impressive to see how politicians force their stump speeches into a new form, depending on the context. How they say it like an epiphany.

That night brought the opposite for the ever-fledgling Kamala Harris. I could not believe it. Was this the same woman who'd made Iowa hers, just a little over a month ago?

All night, she was so loyal to the tactic she'd premeditated that she didn't realize it wasn't working, like she kept putting on a puppet show on some busy sidewalk.

At one point, she declared, proudly, "We're not talking about Donald Trump enough."

The most talked-about man in the world, perhaps in our country's history.

In five weeks, she became an entirely different candidate. Her latest version resembled a Xanax-fueled stepmom. It was like she was transforming into Joe Biden.

She kept laughing at her own jokes. And the entire media room cringed every time.

Photo by Kevin Ryan

Amy Klobuchar's pre-formed jokes and half-zany dad jokes fell short every time, too. Most of the media saw Klobuchar's long rants as a chance to chat with a neighbor or jet off to the nearest bathroom, which was likely a locker-room full of plastic flight containers and padded camera cases and journalists who curse like sailors.

During the debate, the press was stoic. So if a candidate got a reaction from them, it carried a certain authenticity.

They laughed at things that the audience ignored or disliked or didn't notice. In part because the audience didn't do a whole lot of laughing. But the media laughed like professionals laugh. In-jokey and staid yet ready for anything unexpected.

They loved it when Booker said the thing about "Let me translate that to Spanish … 'No'." And Yang's opening handclaps. As well as Pete Buttigieg's reaction to Yang's raffle.

The biggest laugh of the night in the media center, surprisingly, was when Yang said, "I am Asian, so I know a lot of doctors."

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Early scientists believed that ants adhere to a complicated hierarchy, which biologist E O Wilson compared to the Hindu caste system. The idea was, ants and humans have a lot in common, and ants belong to a society divided by class and determined by labor.

In the Wealth of Nations, father of capitalism Adam Smith wrote: "It is the great multiplication of the productions of all the different arts, in consequence of the division of labour, which occasions, in a well-governed society, that universal opulence which extends itself to the lowest ranks of the people."

Ants have been organized into colonized societies since the Cretaceous Period, 140 million years ago, when dinosaurs still dominated the Earth. All of that changed 74 million years later. Which was about 66 million years ago. When a comet slammed into what is now the Yucatan Peninsula, resulting in the KT mass extinction.

80 percent of all plants and animals died. The ash and dust and debris polluted the air, blocked the sunlight, transforming the Earth into a dark, frozen wasteland full of asthma.

Insects, carrion-eaters, and omnivores all survived. Any purely carnivorous animals starved to death, while mammals and birds fed on insects and worms until the earth repopulated itself with more animals that could be eaten.

The K-T Mass Extinction ushered in a new era of life. Species that had lived in constant retreat from predators were suddenly able to form more elaborate purposes.

After these lifeforms thrived for tens of millions of years, certain mammals started to become vaguely humanlike.
Early humans popped up about 300,000 years ago.

Meaning, ants have existed for 140 million years, which is 139.7 million years longer than humans.

For reference, if you counted to 300,000, it would take you roughly three-in-a-half days. To get to 140 million would take about four-and-a-half years.

Humans only began developing language about 100,000 years ago.

Yet we're the ones with libraries and governments and ABBA and iPhones. What did ants have? Other people's sugar?

*

Before the debate, I wandered out of the gymnasium and onto bustling sidewalks with makeshift security fencing on each side. And hopped over the massive yellow tubes that belonged in E.T. and pumped cold air into the building. Past dozens of police and security, through an elaborate weave of temporary checkpoints and wires bigger than a fire hose.

On the street, I passed a group of six-or-so teenagers flipping DELANEY signs around like those cardboard "WE BUY GOLD" banners which actual people bob around while dressed as Elvis or Lady Liberty or a Banana.

Photo by Kevin Ryan

The sun cast a delightful orange over Houston, glitter in the humid air.

Those kids were having a blast with those signs. Laughing so hard they had to stop occasionally and slap their legs.

On the other side of the fence, some of the most powerful people in the world were readying for battle, and these kids could not have cared less.

*

The protestors had gathered just outside the gates of the campus entrance.

Far as I could tell, it was me and no other journalists present. The rest of the media were in the gymnasium, preparing for the debate or networking or already on-air. Once they got into the media center they stayed put. For many reasons, I assume.
The air collapsed under a wave of heat unique to Houston.

Photo by Kevin Ryan

Gnarled blockades served as borders on both sides of the street. Locked into steel fencing, flanked by rows of police cars with their lights on but their sirens off.

Worse than the humidity, and more intense, was the energy bouncing out of the protestors on Cleburne Street. The opposite of suction energy, shoving out with tension and panic and elation.

Photo by Kevin Ryan

Curtis Mayfield's "Move on Up" blared from a Bluetooth speaker. I envisioned a slow zoom from above, beginning with the top of my head and rising, up and up and up. Drawing in the greater scene. Up past Trump's message-board plane. A panorama of city, then county, then state, capturing the topography and nuance of each snapshot of nature.

The higher the camera rose, the more I resembled an ant. One more wingless worker or obedient soldier rushing from place to place on a mission.

And when you got far enough above, you saw the colony that each of us belongs to.

Then it shrank like a passing bobsled, and Earth itself resembled an ant.

The scale of it is daunting.

For thousands of years the sky has filled humans with romance and humility and wonder. A restive impulse that strikes when we gaze up at the moon, the stars, the galaxy, the quiet.

But at ground level, I was a man in the throes of a great human drama. And my job was to document it as neutrally as possible.

The 120-odd protestors on the south side of the street spilled onto the sidewalk and into a lawn, and they chanted as the Trump plane groaned overhead.

They were crowded together, and they were all fighting for different causes. Lots of contradictions under the same banner.
Next to a group of Beto supporters with pro-choice t-shirts, several women chanted

We.
Want.
A pro-life.
Dem.

Chaos itself occupied the south side of the street. The protestors weren't sure how to handle it. So they chanted and sang and probed for the problem. Like so many tiny creatures hauling an orange slice.

Across the street, facing that horde of supporters, two men gripped pro-life signs.

They were the counter-protestors. Their barricade was far wider than needed. The grass around them looked sad, like the trail a dog makes along the fence when it wants to escape.

Behind the two counter-protestors, a mini-bus covered with photos of aborted babies, tangled fetuses, severed and indistinguishable chunks.

Photo by Kevin Ryan

Photo by Kevin Ryan

I squinted and gasped and felt downright unwell.

Two days earlier, my wife and I found out that she was pregnant with our first child.

At the very moment I stared at images of tiny human shapes contorted and grey, our baby was the size of a pea.
A few weeks later, we'd see its heartbeat pulsing like a strobe.

I'm not making a statement on abortion. That's not my job as a journalist.

It's more my admiration for the impeccable depth of life. The timing. How messages and symbols confront us all the time, with unmatchable creativity.

Because there I was, literally in the middle of two opposing factions. Again. In the divide. Tangled into so many dichotomies. Life and death. Freedom and oppression. Order and chaos. Activity and stagnation. Creation and loss. Art and nature.

And I had once again remained in the middle.

This brought me tremendous satisfaction. It signified personal and journalistic success.

It was also a bit ridiculous.

As a reporter, I never wanted to pick a side. I already had a side. My side was America, and Ireland. My side was humanity.

My side was life.

New installments of this series come out every Monday and Thursday morning. Check out my Twitter or email me at kryan@mercurystudios.com

"Silence in the face of evil is itself evil: God will not hold us guiltless. Not to speak is to speak.Not to act is to act."
― Dietrich Bonhoeffer

The cost of discipleship can be daunting and few people are willing to sacrifice and stand in the face of evil to do what they know God is asking of them. The "Bonhoeffer Angel Award" is awarded to someone with the vision and courage to act when others only talk, to dig in and listen to the whisperings of the spirit when others turn a deaf ear. It is only fitting the inaugural award go to the visionary founder of Mercury One, Glenn Beck.

The award was presented by the Board President of Mercury One, David Barton and CEO of the Nazarene Fund, Tim Ballard. There was a touching video tribute as well including the likes of Penn Jillette, Senators Mike Lee, Ted Cruz and Joe Liberman, Congressman Loui Gohmert and Rabbi Daniel Lappin.

WATCH THE VIDEO HERE:

Glenn will be hosting the annual Operation Underground Railroad gala Saturday, November 2nd with keynote speaker Tim Ballard. If you are able to join us, tickets are still available and donations of all sizes are welcome.

Summer is ending and fall is in the air. Before you know it, Christmas will be here, a time when much of the world unites to celebrate the love of family, the generosity of the human spirit, and the birth of the Christ-child in Bethlehem.

For one night only at the Kingsbury Hall in Salt Lake City, on December 7th, join internationally-acclaimed radio host and storyteller Glenn Beck as he walks you through tales of Christmas in the way that only he can. There will be laughs, and there might be a few tears. But at the end of the night, you'll leave with a warm feeling in your heart and a smile on your face.

Reconnect to the true spirit of Christmas with Glenn Beck, in a storytelling tour de force that you won't soon forget.

Get tickets and learn more about the event here.

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