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GLENN: I am about to make the truest, most uniting statement ever

PAT: Amen, hallelujah.

STU: Where else would that come but Glenn Beck.

GLENN: Exactly right. Exactly right. Here it is. Michelle Obama —

PAT: Say it, brother.

GLENN: Michelle Obama —

PAT: Hallelujah.

GLENN: Is continuing her trend of loving this country unlike any other First Lady in the history of our nation.

STU: Wow.

PAT: You've got that right.

STU: Fantastic.

PAT: You've got that right.

STU: Absolutely.

GLENN: We can all unite on that.

PAT: Unlike any first lady ever.

GLENN: Ever.

PAT: I think that's true.

GLENN: It is true. It's 100% true.

PAT: She continues to prove it.

GLENN: Every day.

PAT: I mean, they took her off the campaign trail for quite some time and they hid her away in a closet or somewhere, put here, you know, in the White Hose.

GLENN: They didn't hide her in a closet.

PAT: Yeah, they stuck here away and said, shhh, shhh.

GLENN: No, they put her in a garden.

PAT: Michelle, shhh.

GLENN: They put her in the garden.

PAT: In the garden, okay. Yes.

GLENN: They are putting her in the garden so she can talk then. Now she is coming out and saying that dessert is not a right.

PAT: Every time she comes out, she shows her love. I love it. It's great. She can't hide it.

GLENN: Well, how is that not hatred of America?

PAT: She cannot hide ‑‑ no, I'm saying she shows her love. I'm saying she shows her love.

GLENN: Because she says dessert —

PAT: She is absolutely right about the dessert thing.

GLENN: I am going to unite with Michelle Obama.

PAT: Do it again. Do it again, brother. Say it. Hallelujah.

GLENN: Let me just preach it from the highest mountaintop.

PAT: Reach it.

GLENN: From the top of the buildings.

PAT: Amen.

GLENN: In the mountains of Manhattan.

PAT: Hallelujah.

GLENN: Let me tell you right now.

PAT: Say it.

GLENN: I agree 100% with Michelle Obama that dessert is not a right!

PAT: Hallelujah.

STU: Wow!

GLENN: Yes!

PAT: That's uniting again. Let's stop while we're ahead.

GLENN: Unfortunately we can't. We have now, well, there's a couple of things that we have to get to here. One, I love the fact that dessert's not a right. I also love that the United Nations is now saying that we should give up our air conditioning.

PAT: Yeah.

GLENN: Over my dead body.

PAT: Oh, you selfish, selfish.

GLENN: I know. And they will be willing to take me up on that one. That we should stop living our lavish lifestyles with air conditioning.

PAT: With comfort. Why would you want comfort?

GLENN: Now, Michelle Obama yesterday said that America is still, what did she say? Unequal?

PAT: Yeah. It's something about stubborn inequality.

GLENN: Stubborn inequality. It reminds me a lot of what the Lord said, there will always be poor among you. I remember that.

PAT: Really?

GLENN: Yeah.

PAT: The "Lord of the Rings" or — who said that?

GLENN: Lord, the Lord, the Lord Lord.

PAT: The Lord Lord?

GLENN: Lord Lord.

PAT: Lord of hosts?

GLENN: When I'm asking — yeah. King of kings, you know that guy?

PAT: Yes, he did say that.

STU: Didn't he write a book or something?

Glenn: I know it's a capital Lord. You don't capitalize Lord when it's —

PAT: Not as a rule, no.

GLENN: It's not, like an everyday lord.

PAT: If it's a lord of leapin', you know, like you buy at Christmastime.

STU: But "Lord of the Rings" was capitalized. It's a title.

GLENN: That's because he has rings. This is the Lord of hosts.

STU: This guy's above the rings guy.

GLENN: Yes. Okay, so — I think so, yeah. Yeah, yeah, he is. Okay. So I remember him saying something along the lines of the poor will always be among you.

PAT: Yeah.

GLENN: And that was the Lord, with a capital L. That's weird that I believe Michelle Obama is kind of agreeing with the Lord. She's implying that stubborn inequality hasn't been conquered yet.

PAT: Yeah, she's going to fix it. I think she and Barack.

GLENN: No, no. The Lord, the Lord said.

PAT: No, that was before he knew.

GLENN: — there will always be —

PAT: That was before he knew about the Obamas and —

STU: That was before the progressive era.

PAT: And their brand of loving the country.

GLENN: Oh, you are right. It was before Marxism.

PAT: Before progressivism and Marxism.

GLENN: Okay. So —

PAT: Now we can reach utopia if we'll just let them.

GLENN: You know it's almost like tonight is, tonight is — and I would like you to call every ‑‑ if you're ‑‑ well, you already — I mean, you are here. You've got to be a churchgoing person because, amen. I mean, we ‑‑ don't you feel like it's church today?

PAT: Hallelujah.

GLENN: (Laughing). Like Jeffy in the background, just, amen. It is like going to church with Jeffy. He's drunk, just like he is on Sunday mornings. So I want you to watch tonight's program because tonight is about collective salvation, and this is the difference. This is really, this is an example of it, is it not? The Lord says the poor will always be among you. Now, that doesn't mean we revel in it and go, well, they are always going to be here. We help each other. We help each other. But we recognize you are never going to be — the only one that can equalize things is the Lord.

STU: Well, when you have a Messiah who is elected, I think that that makes it a little bit more — it makes it obvious that that's how it works.

PAT: So what you are saying is I'll see your lord and raise you a Messiah.

GLENN: And raise you a Messiah.

PAT: Wow. I mean, that's —

GLENN: Okay, all right.

PAT: A little ostentatious.

GLENN: Here's what she said yesterday. Here's what she said.

MICHELLE OBAMA: When so many of our children still attend crumbling schools and a back child is still ‑‑

GLENN: Could we just, could we — I know there are bad schools and I know there are —

PAT: We didn't get through —

GLENN: I know.

PAT: Four seconds!

GLENN: I know, but I know there are bad schools, I know there are crumbling schools. I mean, I live in New York. I see really bad schools. But can we just for a minute — you know, you want to talk about redistribution of wealth. Can we stop building the Taj Mahal schools?

PAT: Holy cow.

GLENN: Some of these schools are absolutely incredible. The school in the town that I live in is nicer than my house. I'd like to live in the school. It is. Have you ever seen the schools?

STU: I believe it. I believe it.

PAT: Yes.

GLENN: They are — right?

PAT: Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

GLENN: Okay, they are beautiful.

PAT: Beautiful.

GLENN: Beautiful. I mean, I'd live in one of these schools. They are incredible. So you want to redistribute wealth. What do you say we don't build these Taj Mahals as schools everywhere?

PAT: My son had a game in Greenwich last night. We're playing outside of — the baseball field was in front of an elementary school, and I thought it was Buckingham palace for a second.

STU: Well, I don't know that you could use Greenwich as an example of the average school.

PAT: I know, but still! Who needs that?

GLENN: Listen to that snob. Do you believe that —

STU: I had to drive to Greenwich and I can't believe.

PAT: I had to drive from the Hood to get to Greenwich!

GLENN: I had my driver take me to Greenwich so I could watch my son's team. He's not on it. He owns it.

PAT: Please.

GLENN: Anyway.

STU: Oh, the field was even nicer than the heliport. I can't believe it.

PAT: We drove from the Hood where we live!

GLENN: The hood.

PAT: — to Greenwich!

GLENN: Come on, oh, my gosh!

PAT: The public housing project in the Bronx up to Greenwich.

GLENN: Right, right.

PAT: It's about half an hour, 45 minutes.

GLENN: Okay, now listen, listen, listen. You can't —

PAT: (Laughing).

STU: They bused my family in.

GLENN: They had French's mustard!

PAT: Leave it to you two to turn it into something tawdry, something ugly.

GLENN: No, just true.

PAT: Just ugly.

GLENN: Just true.

PAT: Ugly.

GLENN: You wouldn't believe the school in the richest city in the world!

PAT: It's not the richest city in the world.

STU: It's like third or fourth.

PAT: I think it's like second or third.

GLENN: (Laughing).

PAT: (Laughing).

GLENN: You wouldn't believe it. And they are crying poverty?

PAT: The rest of the country doesn't know how rich Greenwich is.

GLENN: You are —

PAT: If you two yahoos would shut up, it's a fine, fine example of how nice our schools are.

GLENN: You wouldn't believe! I'm in Beverly Hills...

PAT: People don't know Greenwich is like Beverly Hills. They don't know that.

GLENN: These houses are gigantic! They are up on a mountain with a pool on a perch and they're crying poverty?

STU: (Laughing).

GLENN: You are one with the people. You really are.

PAT: Don't even start with me! Don't even go down that road!

GLENN: (Laughing).

PAT: Oh, the tales I could tell.

GLENN: You go ahead.

STU: But Pat, you told the story, what is it, in Texas where you used to live back when you lived in the slums.

PAT: When it was slums.

STU: And you — there was that school near you had, what, two arboretums in it?

PAT: It was at one time, I don't know if it still is, the largest high school. It was one mile long end to end and it had two arboretums. And we were like — I remember talking to you guys about this. I didn't even know what an arboretum was. I had to look it up. What's an arboretum? It's got two of them.

GLENN: Wait a minute. That's where you grow trees or something?

PAT: No, it's like, I think they are indoor swimming pools, I think. If I remember right.

STU: And you wouldn't believe the toughness of the filet at the snack bar.

PAT: You can't get decent Duck a l'Orange in the cafeteria.

GLENN: Look, here's the thing. Here's the thing. There are schools — have you seen the schools here in Manhattan? Some of them, you know, you go, you go like a block off of Central Park and they are huge!

PAT: (Laughing). I thought you were going to tell the truth there for a second.

GLENN: No, you go — seriously you go six blocks off of Central Park and there are schools that are — and remember this is like, this is like the badlands of Greenwich. You go six blocks; I don't want to send my kids to those schools.

PAT: Oh, no.

GLENN: They are like jails.

PAT: Yeah.

GLENN: They are really, really nasty.

PAT: They are so bad, they don't even name them. They are just numbered like you are in prison.

GLENN: I know.

PAT: PS‑12. And you'll like it! PS‑12! I'm Public School 12? That's all I get? You can't call me Anderson Elementary?

GLENN: It's really, it's nasty.

PAT: It is.

GLENN: And these aren't the bad schools. You go to ‑‑ there are bad schools.

STU: Sure.

GLENN: But come on.

STU: But you don't fix them by building gigantic Olympic size pools.

GLENN: No.

STU: That's not the way you get better education.

GLENN: No, and you don't need, in these nice areas — honestly I live in a nice town. There are nice schools. You don't need that. It's obscene. Let's concentrate. You want to save teacher salaries? Let's build normal buildings. Just normal buildings. There aren't office buildings that are this nice. I would never be able to — my business is a successful business. I don't build my business buildings that nice, and we make money. We don't spend money. We make it. All they do is spend money. We're worried about paying our teachers? Let's stop building these palaces.

STU: Yeah. I mean, a legitimate expense for a public school is a higher teacher salary.

GLENN: Yes.

STU: To retain the best people.

GLENN: Yes. Now, I don't want any kid going to a school that is breaking down and — what was the story that Obama said? He was like, and a train runs through at 3:05, 5:05 and 9:05?

PAT: You could feel it rattle, the desks?

GLENN: Yeah. I mean, if that school exists and it's on the train tracks, I'd like to see pictures of it. But we can build nicer schools, but we don't — you want redistribution of wealth, let's build — let's take the bad schools and make them decent and take the new schools that we're building and not make them palaces. Our children don't need that. I grew up going to a private school. It was a Catholic school, but it wasn't like — you know, it wasn't like what Pat's kids obviously experience every day.

PAT: Yeah. At my house.

GLENN: I mean, the linoleum was coming up off the floor, we couldn't — we had to use both sides of the paper. You know, we never wasted anything. It was not a palace.

PAT: Did you have to walk to school uphill both directions over broken glass and by the time you got to school, your feet were cut to shreds and you liked it! And when you got there, the teacher would make you soak your torn‑up feet in rubbing alcohol! Is that what happened, Gramps?

GLENN: If you think it's — if you think it's funny to make fun of my family that were all born without feet so we had to drag ourself to school uphill on broken glass both directions.

PAT: Both directions?

GLENN: That's fine.

PAT: Was it over ten miles?

GLENN: We're only four seconds into this Michelle Obama clip. It's not going well, America.

PAT: No.

GLENN: It's just not going well.

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