Glenn Beck: A Little Hope for Some Real Change




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I don't know about you, but I'm still geeked about the health care bill coming in at just under $900 billion!

Just a few weeks ago healthcare was going cost around $1.5 trillion, but the politicians just got out the scissors and went to work. Cut, cut, cut — like they always do. There's no need to stop and ask: "Umm, where did that money go?" Because you can trust politicians. There's no chance you might find out that a quarter trillion of it was just moved elsewhere to be a "separate contribution to the deficit."

Like I told you last night, the White House hopes their Enron-esque accounting practices are too complicated and boring for you to talk about. But maybe they aren't after all — because the $247 billion "doc fix" — which isn't a "doc fix," it's a $247 billion "doctor bribe" to get the doctors to shut their mouth — it was defeated in the Senate.

It's all a big political shell game. They don't care about the cost of this bill; they just want to pass it. They don't care that The United States is on the brink of losing its triple-A rating — that's not according to crazy Glenn Beck, that's according to Moody's this morning. They say it will happen in the next three to four years if we don't reduce the deficit.

They are risking our future and our children's future so the politicians can say "health care for all!" They'll cheer that "victory" even though 17 to 34 million people will still be left uninsured under the new plans. Oh and by the way, the majority of Americans — 51 percent — don't want it. Only 35 percent do. They don't care because you don't help them get elected.

It's time to ask: Will you continue to put up with the same old politicians who care so much about their seat and their power and their titles that they will sell you and your children out in order to do special favors for their cronies with your checkbook or is it time to think out of the box? And try something — oh, I don't know — different than Charlie Rangel or Barney Frank or Arlen Specter or Chris Dodd?

How can we expect anything to change if we keep the same old faces around?

*But Glenn! Barack Obama is too slick! You can't out candidate Barack Obama! Good family; likeable; smart; smooth; calm — what was it Joe Biden said? Clean.

Obama is such the ultimate candidate that he shut the Clinton political machine down and got out of Chicago as a reformer.

Let me give you a little, well, hope for some real change.

A CNN poll from Tuesday shows that for the first time, more people disagree with Obama on the issues that matter most to them: 51-48 percent.

Why does that matter?

I think it shows you still know what's real. No matter what this media is telling you, you look past the image. But the politicians still don't seem to get it. Lindsey Graham said the GOP needs to "reach out to different constituencies or face extinction." What's left? Bear cubs in decaying zoos? Who else are you going to reach out besides real people?

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SEN. LINDSEY GRAHAM, R-S.C.: We're not going to be the party of angry white guys. We're going to be a party of center-right politics.

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Yes, Sen. Graham, that's true. But the problem isn't us angry white guys, it's you Obama-lite guys. It's not even that, it's you corrupt politicians that have been there too long.

Let me ask you this: Is anyone drinking Diet Coke because it's their favorite-tasting soda? Come on! They drink it because they don't want to be a big fat fatty. The first time you tasted Diet Coke it was horrible, right? But, slowly, you become accustomed to it.

Well, I'm here to tell you that Coke is it — look for the real thing!

Sorry, Senator Graham. I know you want to expand the GOP and reach out, but who are you reaching to? People who believe, like you do, that amnesty is for all illegal aliens? People who want more Marxist social justice cap-and-trade programs? People who want wise Latinas that can make better judgments than old white guys in court?

Senator "I investigate sports more than health care" Specter? Tim "cap-and-trade" Pawlenty? John "my political idol is a giant progressive" McCain?

That's fantastic, but sounds like the Democrats.

Maybe it's because I'm a recovering alcoholic that I can say this, but I never understood the point of spritzers? If I'm going to drink alcohol, I want a buzz. And who can get you more buzzed than the party that just said: Medical dope for everybody!

Who does expanding the GOP into a bunch of progressives help, exactly, Lindsey? It certainly doesn't help small business owners like me. It doesn't help the working stiff who is getting bombarded with taxes and regulations. It certainly doesn't help the inner cities, believe me, I was just in Harlem today, and it isn't helping there either

There's only one group that big government helps and that's big government. That's it. So thanks for the invite, Lindsey, thanks for the gumball Mickey and thanks for the hope and change Barack — but I think I'll stick with the angry people over here.

See, America did want change and that's why their angry. Because the change they wanted was from the power-seeking politicians. America is tired of the game. The Lindsey Grahams of the world are so clueless, they'll be in for the shock of their lives when you bail on typical politicians. They have no idea what's coming — they don't get it.

I was driving the other day here in New York and I saw this building and said that's our next president.

See, glass skyscrapers are like our politicians: We can't see in, but they can see out. They are like Barack Obama: There is nothing out of place; it looks perfect.

And that will be our next election — these are your two candidates: one perfect and one that's a little flawed.

It doesn't matter anymore; we don't care about the imperfections. We want something we can see into.

What the media and the politicians fail to understand about us "angry" people is that we're not just angry about universal health care and bailouts and government takeovers and cap-and-trade and leaving the troops hanging in Iraq — those are all bad — but that's not really the problem.

See, it's not the car, it's the drivers. It's the ones that have taken this great system that our Founders created and have been driving us to Hell. Our Founders would be mortified. How is our debt increasing? How are we spending when we can afford it?

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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.

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

The Iowa primary is just around the corner, and concerns of election interference from the last presidential election still loom. Back in 2016, The Associated Press found that a majority of U.S. elections systems still use Windows 7 as an operating system, making them highly susceptible to bugs and errors. And last year, a Mississippi voter tried multiple times to vote for the candidate of his choice, but the system continuously switched his vote to the other candidate. It's pretty clear: America's voting systems desperately need an update.

That's where blockchain voting comes in.

Blockchain voting is a record-keeping system that's 100% verifiable and nearly impossible to hack. Blockchain, the newest innovation in cybersecurity, is set to grow into a $20 billion industry by 2025. Its genius is in its decentralized nature, distributing information throughout a network of computers, requiring would-be hackers to infiltrate a much larger system. Infiltrating multiple access points spread across many computers requires a significant amount of computing power, which often costs more than hackers expect to get in return.

Blockchain voting wouldn't allow for many weak spots. For instance, Voatz, arguably the leading mobile voting platform, requires a person to take a picture of their government-issued ID and a picture of themselves before voting (a feature, of course, not present in vote-by-mail, where the only form of identity verification is a handwritten signature, which is easily forgeable). Voters select their choices and hit submit. They then receive an immediate receipt of their choices via email, another security feature not present in vote-by-mail, or even in-person voting. And because the system operates on blockchain technology, it's nearly impossible to tamper with.

Votes are then tabulated, and the election results are published, providing a paper trail, which is a top priority for elections security experts.

The benefits of blockchain voting can't be dismissed. Folks can cast their vote from the comfort of their homes, offices, etc., vastly increasing the number of people who can participate in the electoral process. Two to three-hour lines at polling places, which often deter voters, would become significantly diminished.

Even outside of the voting increase, the upsides are manifold. Thanks to the photo identification requirements, voter fraud—whether real or merely suspected—would be eliminated. The environment would win, too, since we'd no longer be wasting paper on mail-in ballots. Moreover, the financial burden on election offices would be alleviated, because there's decreased staff time spent on the election, saving the taxpayer money.

From Oregon to West Virginia, elections offices have already implemented blockchain voting, and the results have been highly positive. For example, the city of Denver utilized mobile voting for overseas voters in their 2019 municipal elections. The system was secure and free of technical errors, and participants reported that it was very user-friendly. Utah County used the same system for their 2019 primary and general elections. An independent audit revealed that every vote that was cast on the app was counted and counted correctly. These successful test cases are laying the groundwork for even larger expansions of the program in 2020.

With this vital switch, our elections become significantly more secure, accurate, and efficient. But right now, our election infrastructure is a sitting duck for manipulation. Our current lack of election integrity undermines the results of both local and national elections, fans the flames of partisanship, and zaps voter confidence in the democratic system. While there's never a silver bullet or quick fix to those kinds of things, blockchain voting would push us much closer to a solution than anything else.

Chris Harelson is the Executive Director at Prosperity Council and a Young Voices contributor.