Glenn Beck Blog

June 29 & 30


By Joe Kerry

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Glenn feeling the power and spirit of the Freedom Festival's Patriot Service

Stephen Covey & Glenn sharing thoughts

Glenn doing a sound check at BYU's Marriott Center

Believe it or not, Glenn is this animated on the radio too

To Speak, or Not to Speak....What is he looking at????

Glenn with BYU's Air Force Color Guard

Since Glenn’s nasty fall he’s been laid-up. He’s been homebound and if you know Glenn there really could be no greater punishment then to be told he can’t do something or that he has to stay in bed or can’t leave his house. We’ve been on a plane heading out to a Patriot Service—it feels good for him to get out of the house. And for the last hour he’s been telling Adam and me how he is going to eat healthier—he’s just told us that he is going to give up carbs, chocolate and soda for the summer—fat chance (no pun intended).

But I think the fall and realizing that he is a mere mortal was a wake-up call. His doctor, for the first time, gave him permission to make the Patriot Speech this weekend and being unable to get around has certainly given him time to think.

In addition to talking about giving up his three food groups (carbs, chocolate and soda) for the summer he actually used the word exercise as a ‘verb’ and told us he thinking about starting some sort of training program. I would say that all this talk is prescription drug induced but he isn’t on any.

So many in the end—his being off radio and television as a result of his fall can have a positive final result. Those of you who have been following the blog know that I love Glenn and wish him the best—but I’d take all comers and give you good odds if you think that Glenn can give up the treats for the summer or stick with an effective exercise program.

Well, Glenn wanted to pen a few words…so here’s Glenn…

On the plane back to NYC. They tell me that we will arrive at 5:30 am. I can’t sleep on planes but lucky for me I will get about an hour worth of sleep only to be woken up by either my 3 year old son or 2 year old daughter climbing into bed with me and giving me a kiss. I am glad I get to have breakfast with them tomorrow morning as I will do radio from home tomorrow and then go into the city for TV. I just wish I could sleep now on the plane … Why did I waste all those ‘good Jack Daniels pass out’ times when I didn’t need them?

It’s been nice to have both my older girls with me today. I volunteered to speak tonight on the condition that my girls could come with me. (My integrated life not balanced life theory). It is great. Although, I wonder if it is weird for them to be with me when we walk into the Marriott Center with 22,000 people and those people stand and clap. I know it is for me but still can’t believe it. Tonight the audience brought me to tears several times. I am so blessed. 8 years ago, people wouldn’t have walked across the room to insult me. Thank you. Tonight motivational legend Stephen Covey introduced me. Wow. To have him describe me as inspirational is just so weird and I fear untrue too often.

Tania and the two little ones are now in bed. Tania had to speak at two different church services today. I wish I could have been there. I love watching her speak. Goodness just beams out of her. She was so cute. She was nervous. She had to speak for 10 minutes which is a life time to her. I talked to her between speeches. As we landed in Omaha she was just arriving at the second church meeting and I was lucky enough to catch her on the cell phone. I am the most blessed man living. I really am. Tania is the main reason. Later, she called me just as I was walking into the Marriott center to wish me luck on my speech. I said goodnight to the little ones and walked on stage.

Now it is 11:30 eastern time. We just took off from the Provo Utah airport. I just finished giving the keynote address at the Freedom Festival’s Patriotic Service. WOW. There is nothing like the way this state celebrates America. It is truly different here. It is more like the America I remember as a kid. I wrote this speech with Joe and my daughter Hannah on the way home from another speech last night. Today when Joe gave me the actual facts behind the stories I was looking for I realized that it would be about 4 hours long so, much to Joes frustration I rewrote the speech on the plane ride out here. I am having him look into a couple of other stories that I can’t wait to share with you on radio this week. It’s funny because as I was trying to remember the facts of a story behind My Country Tis of Thee, Joe nor I could remember the names or places, when out of the blue my daughter Hannah shouted out the names. I am proud of her. Sad for her because of the freak gene that I obviously passed on to her, but proud just the same.

As you know I severely bruised my ribs a week and a half ago. I hurt again tonight due to the many great fans that I met tonight that hugged me or slapped me on the back. It was worth it. I hugged back. I love my listeners. You really are the best. … well maybe not you … I mean, I may love you but …. Well , you get the point. I’m just saying.

I am sorry for the A.D.D paragraph above what I wanted to say was: The rib deal, I think God was sending me a message about doing too much. My schedule I have been told is now being filled through 2010. THAT’S CRAZY. My wife asked me a while back, how much is enough? As she knows, it’s not about the money. At this point, if you subscribe to Fusion or buy a ticket to a stage show chances are that some of that money is putting a kid (including mine --- thank you by the way) through college or helping fight cancer or helping a soldier not feel forgotten thanks to the USO. I do it because I love it. I do it because no-one ever has done it before. And honestly, I don’t know how I would survive without you. In these troubled times, you really do give me hope. Meeting you, seeing you, reading your letters, shaking your hand, looking you in the eye while you introduce me to your family … I know we are going to be okay. America is not just going to survive, we are going to again prosper.

Wow. Sorry for that A.D.D. paragraph too. What I really wanted to say was, beginning tomorrow I really begin to roll up my sleeves on the live satellite broadcast of the Dallas Stage show, BECK 08 UNELECTABLE. It is going to be a very elaborate shoot. 6 cameras and hopefully a wild Texas crowd and ALL LIVE AND UNEDITED. Never before seen footage and out takes will be seen in theaters across the country before the live show and during the intermission. Also tomorrow I begin to finalize the score for the Christmas show. I am very nervous about this show. This story is so personal I want to get it right and do it justice. The show is being staged by a big NYC Broadway director ---- which usually would work against someone trying to be on my team but this guy really has a big heart. Adam showed Tania and I the schedule for next fall. It is crazy. I mean really crazy. After the election (and recount) the Christmas sweater book is released as Simon and Schusters biggest release of the year. I think I will be in 40 cities for book signings in November, while renting a very expensive Broadway theater to rehearse the stage show on non travel days- yes, this one will have weeks of rehearsal (we’ve never done that before) which will play in 15 cities over 3 weeks in December. I was told to do what we need to do, it will take two tractor trailers, two tour buses, one Gulfstream 5, one Learjet 60, a helicopter and many, many SUVs. Our carbon footprint will make Al Gore weep and me laugh for weeks. That crazy schedule doesn’t begin to include the daily Radio and Television show.

GEEZ, when will I get to the point ….A.D.D. IS KILLING ME … well actually it is probably worse for you than it is for me but … wait…. NOW I AM OFF TRACK AGAIN!!! THIS IS REALLY WHAT I AM TRYING TO SAY: I don’t know really why I do what I do, I am glad that you seem to enjoy it, but as I promised my wife, I will never do what I am about to do again. God shoved me down the stairs a couple weeks ago on a rainy night in Connecticut to tell me rest. Sleep. Don’t burn out, because there is much left to do.

He is right, what a surprise! There is much to do. Now that the rest of the country and media is aware of the coming perfect storm, I can focus on what everyone else is not. Solutions, Hope and Family. I think you will agree with me that if you follow those in Washington or in the MSM all three of those things will be in short supply. Together, we will show them how wrong they are for I know it to be true that through our families we will find those solutions that will give us more than just Hope … they will give us a peaceful and bright future.


Good night from somewhere now over Kansas. Hear you on the radio, see you on TV and Friday with Miley Cyrus at the Stadium of Fire in Utah. What a Country! Never give up. Never give in.

Joe here again. I dozed off. I fell asleep and I looked over at Glenn and he’s typing away. He can’t sleep—I’m going to try to get some sleep because we get in around 5am and Glenn’s show prep starts early; I don’t know if he’ll get any sleep between now and then, I’ll keep you posted.

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.

New installments come Mondays and Thursdays. Next, the Iowa caucuses. Check out my Twitter. Email me at kryan@blazemedia.com