Glenn Beck: Frustration boiling over



Rick Santelli on CNBC

GLENN: Let me go to Elizabeth in Florida. Hello, Elizabeth, you are on the Glenn Beck program.

CALLER: Hey, Glenn, first-time caller here.

GLENN: Thank you.

CALLER: Thanks for everything you do. You are really appreciated in our family. I've got two questions for you, if that's okay.

GLENN: Yep.

CALLER: What do you think about the transportation secretary Ray LaHood taxing motorists for the mileage that they drive, Massachusetts is even thinking about doing a tentative plan using GPS chips in our cars.

GLENN: Sure, I think it's the way to not raise gas prices -- or I mean gas tax and everybody will say, "Oh, well, they are going to relieve the gas tax" not knowing exactly, you know, what this means. And it's another way for the government to encourage you to take the train or ride the bus or whatever else. But it's not going to be any different other than they can raise taxes higher and higher and higher on the evil combustion engine.

CALLER: I see. And what do you think about Rick Santelli's rant on CNBC yesterday?

GLENN: Can we play this? Hang on just a second, Elizabeth. Let me see if we can play this.

CALLER: Okay.

GLENN: Here is the rant on CNBC. This is a trader that is on the floor, the trading floor in Chicago. Listen to this.

VOICE: Listening to it, I've been just glued to it because Mr. Ross has nailed it. You know, the government is promoting bad behavior because we certainly don't want to put stimulus forth and give people a whopping $8 or $10 in their check and think that they ought to save it. And in terms of modifications, I tell you what, I have a new idea. You know, the new administration's big on computers and technology. How about this, president and new administration: Why don't you put up a website to have people vote on the Internet as a referendum to see if we really want to subsidize the losers' mortgages or would we like to at least buy cars and buy houses in foreclosure and give them to people that might have a chance to actually prosper down the road and reward people that could carry the water instead of drink the water.

VOICE: Hey, Rick --

VOICE: A novel idea.

GLENN: Pause it for a second. This I believe is the turning point in this. I think that up until this it was a good commentary and, you know, the guy's kind of a showman, et cetera, et cetera, and he's outspoken, and this was a good commentary at this point. But this is where it goes from commentary to real. I believe this is the opening fire across the bow. When he said, "President Obama, are you hearing this," he couldn't have spoken truer words. This is the beginning that somebody in our government needs to finally pay attention. It is what I've been talking about that was coming for a very long time and that is disenfranchisement which will turn into anger and then turn into God knows what. And only the government can diffuse this by not reinjuring people. So this is where it gets real. Listen carefully. You hear the floor?

VOICE: They are like putty in your hands. Did you hear?

VOICE: No, they are not, Joe. They are not like putty in their hands. This is America. How do you --

GLENN: Pause it again. Do you hear his outrage again? Did you hear he was, "Hey, how about, you know, how about we pay for this, or how about we don't do this." And then all of a sudden he becomes outraged. You can't -- you didn't pause it? Go ahead, play it. Here we go.

VOICE: Don't want to pay for your neighbor's mortgage that has an extra bathroom and can't pay their bills. Raise their hand.

GLENN: Hear the anger?

VOICE: President Obama, are you listening?

VOICE: How about we all stop paying our mortgage. It's a moral hazard.

GLENN: That was just a trader on the floor.

VOICE: I'm getting scared --

GLENN: And media here in New York dismissing it.

VOICE: We're we used to have mansions and a relatively decent economy. They moved from the individual collective. Now they are driving '54 Chevys. Maybe the last great car to come out of Detroit.

VOICE: They are driving them on water, too, which is a little strange to watch at times.

VOICE: There you go.

VOICE: Hey, Rick, how about the notion that pointed out, you can go down to 2% on the mortgage.

VOICE: You could go down to minus 2%. They can't afford the house.

VOICE: And still have 40% not be able to do it. So why are they in the house? Why are we trying to keep them in the house?

VOICE: Mr. Summers is a great economist but, boy, I'd love the answer to that one.

GLENN: Anger.

VOICE: You get people fired up.

VOICE: Jason, you want to --

VOICE: We're thinking about having a Chicago tea party in July. All you capitalists that want to show up to Lake Michigan, I'm going to start organizing it.

VOICE: What are you dumping in this I'm?

GLENN: Stop. There you go. This is what's coming. There is going to be peaceful civil disobedience. That is, I think that is the first step. And this was the first launch across the bow of peaceful civil disobedience. If it doesn't turn the corner -- do you have the Fox dynamics poll, Stu, from yesterday? Elizabeth, thank you so much for asking about the CNBC thing, and I will tell you this will be the key. So far do you think I have this right?

CALLER: Absolutely. I'm telling you I want to go to that tea party.

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

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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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