Glenn Beck: Wall-E

GLENN: Stu, stop the music. This is important stuff. Is it possible, do you know, is Wally starting this weekend?

STU: I believe it is starting this weekend.

GLENN: Oh, I can't wait to teach my kids how we've destroyed the Earth.

STU: Well, it's not you teaching as much as a robot.

GLENN: Yeah, I know, as much as, you know, Pixar is teaching. I can't wait. Just, this is great. You know if your kid has ever come home and said, "Dad, how come we use so much styrofoam," oh, this is the movie for you. I love that. "Dad, how come we don't recycle as much as we should?" "We do recycle." "Well, teacher says we don't recycle enough." "Oh, really? Is that what teacher is saying? What's the teacher's phone number?" I'm becoming one of those people, I really am. I am this close, and I haven't said anything on the air. I've said it in other states during the stage show, what's been going on in my life under the surface, all kept quiet, bottled up inside since January, but I'm coming this -- I'm about to spill the beans. You know, within three weeks if there isn't something changed, oh, I'm going to become one of those people.

Stu, I actually am thinking about building a gigantic billboard -- I'm sorry. A gigantic fence which I can build at any size on my property as long as it's 60 feet away from the road, I'm thinking about building a giant fence that I paint once in a while, little slogans like "This town council sucks" or "Bad neighbors 50 feet ahead," things like that.

STU: You're having some problems with your property, aren't you? It's like eminent domain except they don't take it, they don't let you use it.

GLENN: The law says I can do what I want to do. The law says it but they won't hear of it. They are trying to convince me that, well, that doesn't matter. Excuse me? What do you mean the law doesn't matter? I told them, yeah, I did. Two days ago when I was heavily medicated and on a lot of medication and in a lot of pain, the city decided to show up at my house. I backed them down the stairs into the street. Wasn't really pleasant. I wasn't really in a good mood that day.

STU: And you are saying these people are giving you a hard time?

GLENN: Yeah, yeah. Well, I never -- no, I was pleasant at first. I was very pleasant at first. I was just trying to understand. And then when they started to get into, well, that's, sure that's what it says, but there are a lot of people on the council that just don't want this to happen. Well, I don't really care now what they want. I'll see you in court. I'm becoming one of those people. I really am thinking about painting maybe my house black because I can, black with purple and orange shutters. Oh, yeah, yeah. You worry about property values? Oh, you have no idea.

STU: What's the town ordinance on lighting, Glenn? Because I don't know if you can -- I mean, if you have a light --

GLENN: Can't, can't. I already thought.

STU: Really bright lights pointed at your neighbors?

GLENN: Can't, can't.

STU: Lasers?

GLENN: Looked that one up, yeah. Because I was thinking about the bat signal.

STU: Yeah.

GLENN: You know what I mean? Really, seriously, Stu, I really did think about, you know those giant arc spotlights, the kind for movies?

STU: Yeah.

GLENN: I actually thought about -- I'm not kidding. If it were legal, I looked it up. I wanted to have one in my side yard, went it for like a week and like at 3:00 in the morning, just start her up and just have that thing burn right into my neighbor's window. Anna was out walking the dog with me yesterday and I'm walking the dog and the neighbors are out in their backyard and I just raised my hand and I said, hey, bad neighbor, and they just looked at me. And they had company over and they were barbecuing. They're like (laughing). I said, yeah, good to see you, bad neighbor. Bad neighbor, bad neighbor, bad neighbor! My daughter just laughed. She said, you're insane, Dad. I said, oh, yeah. You haven't begun to see my insanity.

STU: Well, you have to look at it. Washington D.C. wanted to ban handguns. They did for quite a long time and then someone stepped in and said there's a higher order here. There's the Constitution, there's the Second Amendment.

GLENN: Yeah.

STU: And I think, you know, there's a really famous smart guy that said let there be light, and I think you can kind of maybe use that argument to say, look, I've been reading this fancy book and it says let there be light, so there was.

GLENN: Light there shall be. And on the first day, on the first day... there was light. I want an arc one, too. I don't want any new kind of fangle -- I want the one that's actually burning carbon to be able to light it up. I in fact would like carbon lights for my entire house if I could get it. You know, you just have to go out and replace the little carbon sticks? I'm burning actual carbon to light my flower beds. How do you like that? I'm going to find out -- I haven't done this yet, but I'm going to try to find to see if there's any way I can put an oil rig on my property. You know those -- what are those called, those things that go up and down? Are those oil derricks? Does anybody know? Pumps.

STU: Yeah, pump it right out of the ground.

GLENN: Yeah. I don't have any oil. I'll pretty sure I don't have any oil. I'll going to drill for it. What the hell. I might find some. I just want a big -- I mean, you're worried about property values, really? How do you like the big huge house with the oil rig on it, huh? You like looking at that one? Yeah. Hello, bad neighbor. Okay, I'm sorry. We were talking about Wally. Stu?

STU: Yes, Glenn. Very highly reviewed, by the way.

GLENN: Is it? What a surprise. This is about how man destroyed the Earth.

STU: Well, I haven't seen it yet, but yes, that's exactly what it's about. It has to be.

GLENN: I saw the preview. I'm sitting in the movie theater. This is, I don't know how many months ago. And I just see Wally and he's on the Earth and he's cleaning stuff up and I looked at my wife and I said, it's a frickin' global warming movie, it is how we destroyed the Earth.

STU: Yeah, you actually called this one on the air and you were 100% right on it in that it appears to be Wally is the story of one robot who was a trash collecting robot and there's apparently a lot of these. The spaceship -- because they couldn't -- unfortunately the robots weren't efficient enough to clean up the Earth before it was going to kill all humans. So the humans had to leave in a spaceship but Wally gets left behind to clean up the trash that's still there.

GLENN: I think that would be great. They got a big enough spaceship, let's all get on board. Come back, we'll all party until it's 2099, get back on the spaceship, let the robots clean everything up, come on, kind of what we do with stadiums, isn't it? Why don't we -- I mean, we don't live in the trash in stadiums. We go, we have a good time, we have, you know, some drinks, we leave, get in our cars. Why don't we just do that with the Earth, get in the giant spaceship.

STU: Yeah, let a couple of Roombas go around, we'll come back, they go to the edge of the continent, turn around and come back.

GLENN: Let me tell you something. The Roomba is going to change the world.

Carter Page, a former advisor to Donald Trump's 2016 presidential campaign, found himself at the center of the Russia probe and had his reputation and career destroyed by what we now know were lies from our own intelligence system and the media.

On the TV show Thursday, Page joined Glenn Beck to speak out about how he became the subject of illegal electronic surveillance by the FBI for more than two years, and revealed the extent of the corruption that has infiltrated our legal systems and our country as a whole.

"To me, the bigger issue is how much damage this has done to our country," Page told Glenn. "I've been very patient in trying to ... find help with finding solutions and correcting this terrible thing which has happened to our country, our judicial system, DOJ, FBI -- these once-great institutions. And my bigger concern is the fact that, although we keep taking these steps forward in terms of these important findings, it really remains the tip of the iceberg."

Page was referencing the report by Justice Department Inspector General Michael Horowitz, which revealed that the FBI made "at least 17 significant errors or omissions" in its Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act (FISA) applications for warrants to spy on Page, a U.S. citizen.

"I think this needs to be attacked from all angles," Glenn said. "The one angle I'm interested in from you is, please tell me you have the biggest badass attorneys that are hungry, starving, maybe are a little low to pay their Mercedes payments right now, and are just gearing up to come after the government and the media. Are they?"

I can confirm that that is the case," Page replied.

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On Wednesday's TV show, Glenn Beck sat down with radio show host, author, political commentator, and film critic, Michael Medved.

Michael had an interesting prediction for the 2020 election outcome: a brokered convention by the DNC will usher in former First Lady Michelle Obama to run against President Donald Trump.

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On Thursday's "Glenn Beck Radio Program," BlazeTV's White House correspondent Jon Miller described the current situation in Virginia after Gov. Ralph Northam (D) declared a state of emergency and banned people carrying guns at Capitol Square just days before a pro-Second-Amendment rally scheduled on Martin Luther King Jr. Day.

Jon told Glenn that Gov. Northam and the Virginia Legislature are "trying to deprive the people of their Second Amendment rights" but the citizens of Virginia are "rising up" to defend their constitutional rights.

"I do think this is the flashpoint," Jon said. "They [Virginia lawmakers] are saying, 'You cannot exercise your rights ... and instead of trying to de-escalate the situation, we are putting pressure. We're trying to escalate it and we're trying to enrage the citizenry even more'."

Glenn noted how Gov. Northam initially blamed the threat of violence from Antifa for his decision to ban weapons but quickly changed his narrative to blame "white supremacists" to vilify the people who are standing up for the Second Amendment and the Constitution.

"What he's doing is, he's making all all the law-abiding citizens of Virginia into white supremacists," Glenn said.

"Sadly, that's exactly right," Jon replied. "And I think he knows exactly what he's doing."

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Ryan: Trump Louisiana Finale

Photo by Jim Dale

Part One. Part Two. Part Three.

At the end of Trump rallies, I would throw on my Carhartt jacket, sneak out of the press area, then blend in with everyone as they left, filing out through swinging doors.

Often, someone held the door open for me. Just 30 minutes earlier, the same person had most likely had most likely hissed at me for being a journalist. And now they were Sunday smiles and "Oh, yes, thank you, sir" like some redneck concierge.

People flooded out of the arena with the stupidity of a fire drill mishap, desperate to survive.

The air smacked you as soon as you crossed the threshold, back into Louisiana. And the lawn was a wasteland of camping chairs and coolers and shopping bags and to-go containers and soda cans and articles of clothing and even a few tents.

In Monroe, in the dark, the Trump supporters bobbled over mounds of waste like elephants trying to tiptoe. And the trash was as neutral to them as concrete or grass. They plodded over it because it, an object, had somehow gotten in their way.

It did not matter that they were responsible for this wreckage.Out in the sharp-edged moonlight, rally-goers hooted and yapped and boogied and danced, and the bbq food truck was all smoke and paper plates.

They were even more pumped than they had been before the rally, like 6,000 eight year olds who'd been chugging Mountain Dew for hours. Which made Donald Trump the father, the trooper, God of the Underworld, Mr. Elite, Sheriff on high horse, the AR-15 sticker of the family.

Ritualistic mayhem, all at once. And, there in Louisiana, Trump's supporters had gotten a taste of it. They were all so happy. It bordered on rage.

Still, I could not imagine their view of America. Worse, after a day of strange hostilities, I did not care.

My highest priority, my job as a reporter, was to care. To understand them and the world that they inhabit. But I did not give a damn and I never wanted to come back.

Worst of all, I would be back. In less than a week.

Was this how dogs felt on the 4th of July? Hunched in a corner while everyone else gets drunk and launches wailing light into the sky? configurations of blue and red and white.

It was 10:00 p.m. and we'd been traveling since 11:00 a.m., and we still had 5 hours to go and all I wanted was a home, my home, any home, just not here, in the cold sweat of this nowhere. Grey-mangled sky. No evidence of planes or satellites or any proof of modern-day. Just century-old bridges that trains shuffled over one clack at a time.

And casinos, all spangles and neon like the 1960s in Las Vegas. Kitchy and dumb, too tacky for lighthearted gambling. And only in the nicer cities, like Shreveport, which is not nice at all.

And swamp. Black water that rarely shimmered. Inhabited by gadflies and leeches and not one single fish that was pretty.

Full of alligators, and other killing types. The storks gnawing on frogs, the vultures never hungry. The coyotes with nobody to stop them and so much land to themselves. The roaches in the wild, like tiny wildebeests.

Then, the occasional deer carcass on the side of the road, eyes splayed as if distracted, tongue out, relaxed but empty. The diseased willows like skeletons in hairnets. The owls that never quit staring. A million facets of wilderness that would outlive us all.

Because Nature has poise. It thrives and is original.

Because silence is impossible. Even in an anechoic chamber, perfectly soundproofed, you can hear your own heartbeat, steady as a drum. A never-ending war.

I put "Headache" by Grouper on repeat as we glided west. We were deadlocked to asphalt, rubber over tarface.

And I thought about lines from a Rita Dove poem titled "I have been a stranger in a strange land"

He was off cataloging the universe, probably,
pretending he could organize
what was clearly someone else's chaos.

Wasn't that exactly what I was doing? Looking for an impossible answer, examining every single accident, eager for meaning? telling myself, "If it happens and matters the next year, in America, I want to be there, or to know what it means. I owe it to whoever cares to listen."

Humans are collectors and I had gone overboard.

Because maybe this wasn't even my home. These landmarks, what did they mean? Was I obvious here? When I smiled, did I trick them into believing that I felt some vague sense of approval? Or did my expressions betray me?

Out in all that garbage-streaked emptiness — despite the occasional burst of passing halogen — I couldn't tell if everything we encountered was haunted or just old, derelict, broken, useless. One never-ending landfill.

Around those parts, they'd made everything into junk. Homes. Roads. Glass. Nature. Life itself, they made into junk.

I cringed as we passed yet another deer carcass mounded on the side of the road.

As written in Job 35:11,

Who teaches us more than the beasts of the earth and makes us wiser than the birds in the sky?

Nobody. Look at nature and you feel something powerful. Look at an animal, in all of its untamable majesty, and you capture a deep love, all swept up in the power of creation. But, here, all I saw were poor creatures who people had slammed into and kept driving. Driving to where? For what reason? What exactly was so important that they left a trail of dead animals behind them?

So I crossed myself dolorously and said an "Our Father" and recited a stanza from Charles Bukowski's "The Laughing Heart"

you can't beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.

Out here, nothing but darkness. Needing some light, by God. Give me something better than a Moon that hides like an underfed coward.

Jade told me about some of the more traumatic things she'd seen while working at the State Fair.

"Bro, they pull roaches out of the iced lemonade jugs and act like nothing happened."

"All right but what about the corn dogs?"

"You do not want to know, little bro."

She looked around in the quiet. "Back in the day, the Louisiana Congress refused to raise the drinking age from 18 to 21," she said. "They didn't want to lose all that drunk gambler money. So the federal government cut off funding to highways."

We glided through moon-pale landscape for an hour before I realized what she had meant. That there weren't any light poles or billboards along the road. Nothing to guide us or distract us. Just us, alone. And it felt like outer space had collapsed, swallowed us like jellybeans.

Like two teenagers playing a prank on the universe.

In the cozy Subaru Crosstrek, in the old wild night, brimming with the uncertainty of life and the nonchalance of failure, we paraded ourselves back to Dallas. Alive in the river silence that follows us everywhere.

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