Glenn Beck: Day of reckoning for Obama & Co



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GLENN: In 24 hours, we will begin either Gloat Fest 2010 or pity party 2010.

I'm I'm not sure which one it will be. I'm guessing it's going to be Gloat Fest

2010. Pity parties are never fun. And we even missed our pity party last time.

In 2008 can you believe it was 2008? Doesn't it seem just like yesterday that we

were on the air and I said don't, don't pity it? It's a good day for America

that Barack Obama has been elected and it's a good day, our first African

American elected, and it will end up waking up America faster than John McCain?

That was two years ago. Can you believe that? It was two years ago this January

that we started at Fox, and I started telling America on television what I had

been telling them on CNN but, you know, nobody watched. Oh, boy, Stu just got

very upset at me.

STU: This is not accurate that no one was watching. We tripled the ratings in

that time slot.

GLENN: Yeah, you went from one viewer to three.

STU: Three viewers.

GLENN: I got it. I got it.

STU: Went with one to three.

GLENN: I go the it.

STU: We tripled.

GLENN: I got it.

STU: Significant. It was hard to do.

GLENN: You can say that again.

STU: It was very hard to do.

GLENN: So anyway, we have the it was, you know, in January two years ago that I

got on and I said trouble is coming and you feel it but you just don't know what

it is. And we had people call up and say, I feel alone, I'm going to give up, I

don't know what to do. We started the 9/12 project and the Tea Party started.

And people started to gather. And on 9/12, was it a year and a half ago, year?

Year and a half ago? A year ago. Seems like forever in some ways. People

gathered in Washington for the first really huge national Tea Party. People have

been gathering in their communities and in their town halls debating, learning,

reading, learning history. Think of where you were two years ago and what you

believed history was think about how much history you have learned in the last

two years. This isn't just a referendum on Barack Obama. This is a referendum

from us



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GLENN: Who we are as people. Are we static? We realized we didn't get it. We

realized we didn't know what was going on and so we got involved. But before we

really got involved, we started to learn. We read how many books did you read in

the two years prior to Barack Obama getting into office? And how many books have

you read since? How many things that you believe today that you would have never

believed? And they are not just because somebody, some dope told you but because

you did your homework. How many uncomfortable places have you been? How many

uncomfortable things have you said? Are you the same person on political

correctness? Is your family the same? I will tell you that we there will come a

time that we will look back at these days and we will say these were some of the

best days of our lives. They were the best of times, they were the worst of

times. Because we have had a growth spurt unlike anything else. You are

beginning, you're at the very beginning of really knowing what you believe.

You've been pushed up against the wall. And when you're pushed up against the

wall, you have to decide: Is this worth fighting for? Today is the culmination

of two years of work, unlike with George Soros where it is just, "Let me get my

spooky pants out and I'll get my spooky wallet out of my spooky pants. And I'll

give you some spooky money." Unlike the left that has just been a political

machine, organizing for America, yes, bwaha ha ha ha ha. This has been truly

grassroots. This has started at your kitchen table. Now, are you going to miss

the last piece? If you haven't gotten out and vote yet, get out and vote. And

then tonight sit back and ask yourself just this one question.

Somebody told me once, great spiritual advisor. I was really frustrated. This

was two years ago when I just didn't know how I could get it all done. I didn't

know if I was doing all that I could. I thought I was but there was so much to

do. And this guy said to me, he said, are you doing your best? I said, there's

so much more. "No, no. Are you doing your best?" I said yes. He said then get

down on your knees every day and pray at the end of the day and make a catalog

of all the things that you have done, all the things that you did and you didn't

do right and make a list. Have you done everything you could? Maybe you didn't

get it all right, but did you do everything you could today? He said your answer

should be yes every day. Then you say, Lord, I leave the rest up to you and

sleep well. Have you done everything you could? I know I have. The only thing

left is to vote.

Now, me personally, I voted by absentee. So the only thing left is actually

standing there to make sure that they counted my vote and it didn't go into the

paper shredder, but I have done everything I could. Tonight I will rest well. I

suggest you do the same. Because tomorrow the real battle begins. This is the

now what we've done is we have called out both of them. Now we now the Tea Party

has said, "Yeah, you Democrats, you big government Democrats, you suck." And now

we've also said, "By the way, you Republicans, you big government Republicans,

you suck." And we're inside both parties now. We're inside the head of both

parties, and we have troops on the ground now in Washington. Starting next year,

assuming that the election goes the way it is, you'll have Tea Party troops on

the ground, inside, behind enemy lines.

This is exactly what happened in 1912 or 1913 with the Bull Moose Party with

Theodore Roosevelt. He started the Progressive Party and he went in and said,

"We're going I believe in the progressive thing," and he went inside the

Republican Party. Well, the Republican Party didn't want it. It was a third

party. He lost. And so it was folded into the Democratic Party and the

Republican Party. They went inside and infected the system.

This is, the Tea Party is the antivirus. It is the antidote for what infected us

over 100 years ago. Now, just understand it took us 100 years to get here. This

one's not going to die easily. This one is going to fight and fight and fight.

They are feeding on the host, which is the republic. They are feeding first on

the Democrats, then the Republicans, and they are feeding and feeding and

feeding. We've now sent in another, another feeder, except this one restores the

cells, but it's got to go in and consume the disease as well. And it will. It

will. We just have to be vigilant. And those who are on the inside have to stand

together because this is a shape shifter. They change the name of words, they

just change the meaning of words, they change everything. They're shape

shifters.

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.