Glenn Beck: Huffpo humiliation

The Overton Window, coming Tuesday, June 15

GLENN: Well, the book is —

PAT: How about that nursery rhyme that you wrote?

GLENN: The book that is coming out, play the trailer yet again if you can. This is for the trailer. You can find it at Time magazine said it's one of the most epic book trailers of all time. Go ahead. Go ahead.

(Trailer plays)

GLENN: Stop. Now, we've made that into a little trailer, a video, and it's unbelievable. And pass it all to your friends because it's going to drive your liberal friends out of their minds. But don't tell them this. Just like we didn't tell any — we didn't tell anybody because we knew exactly what they would do. If it has my name on it, it's got to be tripe!

STU: It's stupid, simple.

GLENN: It's stupid, simple, doesn't make any sense.

PAT: Dr. Seussian, I mean, the rhyme structure is stupid.

GLENN: That is a poem called the Gods of the Copy Book Headings. It was published October 1919 — wait for it — just by, just by Rudyard Kipling.

PAT: Who? What?

GLENN: Rudyard Kipling.

PAT: Rudyard Kipling?

GLENN: That's it. But that's it.

PAT: Is he some sort of

GLENN: I think he may have won a Nobel

PAT: Dr. Seussian sort of prize? Don't you love that? This idiot couldn't rhyme

GLENN: Yeah. He's an idiot.

PAT: a nursery school rhyme.

GLENN: He's an idiot. So the Huffington Post, when they published, "It doesn't make any sense, doesn't make any sense, it's crazy!" No, no, no. Let me show you crazy. When we get to writers, let me show you crazy. Here's your beloved George Bernard Shaw. This is crazy.

(Audio plays)

GLENN: Okay. If you couldn't understand that —

PAT: Wow.

GLENN: Because it is very, very old, that's George Bernard Shaw saying, you must know at least a dozen people that just have no use to society. So bring them up and say, "Sir, madam, what use are you to society." And if you can't justify your use, we can't keep you alive. We don't have to keep you alive. He said he knows at least a half a dozen people that he would like to kill.

PAT: In a nice way.

GLENN: I mean, he wants he doesn't want to do it in a mean spirited sort of way

STU: Yeah, not in any unkind or personal spirit

PAT: No, of course.

GLENN: He just said that, not in an unkind way. Just wants to kill them but not in an unkind way.

PAT: Sweetly.

STU: He doesn't want to I don't want to punish anyone.

The Overton Window Trailer

GLENN: I want you to know that's George Bernard Shaw, that's not — that's him talking. That's not a play or anything else that we're all told to respect him so much. He was nuts! And if you would have listened to him, he would have led to mass murder. Art, art would be the Gods of the Copy Book Headings.

Now, I personally think you can read this either way and this is what part of it, happens in the book. It is two of the main characters — I don't want to give too much away but two of the main characters read it differently. And one reads it like Woodrow Wilson would have and the other one doesn't. But let me give you — let me just give you a couple of highlights here, last four stanzas by robbing selective Peter to pay for collective Paul: But though they thought we had plenty of money, that there was nothing our money could buy. And the Gods of the Copy Book Headings said if you don't work, you die. Then the gods of the market tumbled and their smooth tongue wizards withdrew and the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true. That all is not gold that glitters and two and two make four, and the Gods of the Copy Book Headings lent up to explain it once more. As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of man. There are only four things certain since social progress began. That the dog returns to his vomit and the sow returns to her mire and the burnt fool's bandaged finger goes wobbling back to the fire. And that after all this is accomplished and the brave new world begins, when all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins. As sure as water will wet us, as sure as fire will burn, the Gods of the Copy Book Headings with terror and slaughter return. More in a second.

(OUT 10:30)

GLENN: 888 727 BECK, 888 727 BECK. I'm trying to figure out, and I haven't done my homework on Rudyard Kipling and, you know, I'm going to now because I'm so fascinated by this response from the left. The trailer that we have available at for the Overton Window which comes out this next Tuesday, and it is a great read. I know there's a bunch of people that are reviewing it. I think the Washington Post is reviewing it, USA Today is reviewing it. You know, they were going to do a big front page thing with me for the Overton Window and they, you know, wanted pictures taken and I said we'll do our photographer, you know, and they said, no, we'll, you know, — and I just don't — USA Today has never, ever — they are not a takedown paper and they have never, ever been — given me any reason to not trust them by any stretch of the imagination but, boy, so many others have, especially photographers, and I just don't, I'm not going to — you know, I'm just not going to let anybody come in and play with the image. Not that they would. But that's exactly what happened with GQ. That was a —

PAT: Burn me once, shame on — burn me twice...

GLENN: But they are reviewing it and I don't know what they will say about it. I don't know if the New York Times, but I'm sure, I'm sure that it's going to get a fair review (sniffing). Just like it has already on the Huffington Post, say it's crazy as ever because of the poem that we released in this trailer. The poem was written by Rudyard Kipling. Now, I haven't done my homework on Rudyard Kipling but I think he was an English imperialist. So I think he stood against the progressives around the turn of the century. And the reason why he wrote this poem is because his son died, I think in 1915, 16, somewhere in that area. He was really upset. And he was really upset because you have to remember, and this is the history that no one wants to teach. The progressives and the Fabian socialists in England, they are our progressives. These guys are evil, man. Fabian socialists were evil.

PAT: Like George Bernard Shaw.

GLENN: George Bernard Shaw. They were the ones, here the progressive movement, they are so unbelievably racist. I mean, Helen Thomas sounds like a progressive when she says, let them go back to Germany, let them go back to — that's the attitude of the Fabian socialists, the attitude of the early 20th century progressives. And they are — they were all for eugenics. They were the ones who pushed it. They were all for propaganda, and the — I wish I had this other book. I need a library in the studio. This book that I'm reading on Christianity in the early turn of the century with the progressives, they actually said that they thought that Europe was so awful that if they could just kill a bunch of people in Europe with World War I, it would provide a collective redemption for Europe and they would have a chance to start all over again. So these so called Christian progressives, Fabian socialists were looking to mass slaughter people in World War I. When Kipling's son died, he was a little upset, a little upset. And if you look at some of these, promised full of life, which started by loving our neighbor and ended by loving his wife, 'til our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith, and the Gods of the Copy Book Headings said the wages of sin is death. This is what — the Gods of the Copy Book Headings, do you remember? You may have seen them. You probably, you know, you probably didn't use them. We used books similar to them. Do you remember those books when we first got into school and you would open them up and it would be a page full of the lines and remember the little dotted line in between? And they were the big things that you could write on and the little dotted line about halfway through. And it was when you were practicing your cursive writing. The copy book, those were called copy books. And copy book headings would be the thing at the top that you would have to write. And the social progressives, the Fabian socialist, those you know who were the elites would write things in those keep books. Well, it was indoctrination. And so our kids were writing down things that the progressives wanted — can you imagine the power of indoctrination? Because you have to write that sentence over and over again until you get it right. That's what the copy book headings were. The gods were the ones who told your children what to write. I mean, does any of this sound like today? It's the gods of the school board. It's the gods of the textbooks, the Gods of the Copy Book Headings. Then the gods of the market tumbled and their smooth tongue wizards withdrew. So we haven't had that yet. They haven't withdrawn yet. Did you hear, do you have the audio of Bernanke from yesterday? You've got to hear this audio from Bernanke. He said two things. Do you have both pieces or just the one?

PAT: I have just the one so far.

GLENN: All right. So here's —

PAT: Where there's no exits.

GLENN: Okay. So he says yesterday, "I don't understand why gold is going through the roof. I don't understand this attraction to gold." He also said this yesterday.

BERNANKE: Any expansion of further fiscal support with other measures that reassure markets that, in fact, our deficits will be controlled in the medium term.

VOICE: And do you write now see any exit strategy, physical exit strategy out of the United States congress?

BERNANKE: Well, we have this deficit commission that Mr. Ryan is on and Mrs. Spratt but — and I hope that they will come up with some good recommendations, but right now there's not anything on the table at this point.

GLENN: Hmmm.

PAT: We've got nothing going on right now, no plan.

GLENN: All right. So the United States doesn't have an exit strategy on fiscal spending and overspending. But I don't understand why gold is going through the roof. What's up with that? Then the gods of the market tumbled and their smooth tongue wizards withdrew. Put yourself in England after World War I where it was mass slaughter. And then the flu pandemic which came from the war. Imagine the death and destruction, and England is now broke. England is in debt to her eyeballs, to us. And the hearts of the meanest were humbled. Who were the meanest? Couldn't you say that after 9/11 happened? How many people, we all stood shoulder to shoulder. Didn't matter what — didn't matter. We were just all people again. We were humbled. The hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true, that all that is — that all is not gold that glitters. I love this. And two and two make four. Two and two make four. Isn't this what we're saying right now? Wait a minute, guys, guys, you can't spend this and print this because here's what the answer is. Guys, look at this guy, look at this guy, look at what they say. Where do you think they are going? What are they missing?

We are in a world again that two and two doesn't equal four anymore. And we're standing around going, wait a minute, what? And the Gods of the Copy Book Headings lent up to explain it once more.

Now, listen to these lines with the context of today and the context of Rudyard Kipling, in 1919: As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of man. There are only four things certain since social progress began. That the dog returns to his vomit and the sow returns to his mire and the burnt fool's bandaged finger, fool, sticks his hand in the fire. He pulls it out: Ow, that hurt. Bandages it back up. The burnt fool's bandaged finger goes wobbling back to the fire. Here is his advice in 1919 after he saw Fabian socialism, after he saw what happened in World War I, after he saw total destruction, after he saw all of the stuff that the progressives were bringing to the world. It's going to happen again. You burn your hand, they are going to bandage it up and then you are going to go right back to the fire. And after all this is accomplished and the brave new world begins — what is the brave new world? When all men are paid for existing. What do you call welfare? This is before welfare. When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins. Too big to fail. As surely as water will wet us, as surely as fire will burn, the Gods of the Copy Book Headings — in other words, those who are indoctrinating our children, telling them what to write over and over again: No, no, two plus two is eight. The Gods of the Copy Book Headings with terror and slaughter return. Find out how it plays a role in the Overton Window. The book comes out Tuesday. You can get your book now online at

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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