Glenn Beck at CPAC
Sometimes I laugh at Glenn Beck’s antics. Tonight he was in rare form, very animated but very concise in front of the CPAC cameras. If you did not see it (luckily I have DVR) you should take the time to watch the entire thing once it appears on YouTube or FOX News.
It was an extremely hard hitting speech mixed with encouragement and hope. Glenn compared the Republican Party to Tiger Woods. He said they should simply start out admitting their mistakes. If you read Tiger’s apology pretending you were hearing a Republican Politician standing up and saying those words they would be welcome words. Not about an affair but about spending without thinking there would ever be a day of accountability.
Glenn pointed out the hard truth that America was built on “rugged individualism” not hand outs. It is only when you are at the bottom of your string that you can look up and realize you need to change. Glenn knows, he is an alcoholic. He reminded us that the first step is to admit you have a problem. He is right. We all have a problem. It is called big government, out of controls spending and handouts.
A major revolving theme during his speech was on Progressivism. He has been pointing this out on his TV show for a while now. The old Communists in America realized they would never be able to win by a violent over throw of the government. They invented Progressivism which is the slow movement to change the Constitution until it is more like the Communist Manifesto. I suppose it is similar to putting a frog in a pot of cold water and turning up the heat slowly. Before he can realize the water is boiling the frog is dead. The same thing is true with Progressives. They want to “evolve” our country into something completely different which will and already has started to ruin it.
Progressivism is not a Democrat or Republican thing. Beck pointed out that most of the Progressives are in the Democrat Party. However, there are many in the Republican Party. Progressivism is like a cancer. It doesn’t just attack part of the body, it attacks the whole thing.
Glenn also talked about being a small business owner. Wow, can I relate! We are the one’s who create jobs, care about other people and do our best to see that their needs are met. Did you ever get a job from a poor man? That is the question you always here and I know you are tired of hearing it, but it is true. Rich people provide for poorer people out of the goodness of their hearts and the need to provide services, not out of the government coffers.
Beck emphasized this is going to be hard. People are going to have their homes foreclosed, lose jobs and yes some will die. That is the hard truth. In order to fix this problem people are going to die. Not by a direct method as in war but here and their because we’ve over spent on everything. As Beck stated, “Since when is health care a right?” Yes, under either system, Socialist or Free Enterprise people are going to die from lack of proper health care. You cannot save everyone. Get over it.
For the fortunate ones their houses and jobs is all they will lose. However, in that loss is opportunity for some to start anew. Many will come out of it better than if they never experienced the hardships. What is the old saying? What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger? There seems to be some truth in that if you ask me.I belive it was Janice Joplan that sang, “freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.”
What does it all boil down to? We have to swallow the bitter pill. After binging on wasteful government spending for years, giving hand outs instead of hand ups it is time to pay the piper. When the dust has settled and the smoke has cleared we will mourn our losses be it home, job or life of loved ones. We must vow never to make this mistake again. The time to start on the new course is today. Time to get to work America. Pull yourself up by your bootstraps and get your ass to work because Uncle Sam is broke.
“I thought that tonight, rather than talking on the subjects you are discussing, or trying to find something new to say, it might be appropriate to reflect a bit on our heritage.
You can call it mysticism if you want to, but I have always believed that there was some divine plan that placed this great continent between two oceans to be sought out by those who were possessed of an abiding love of freedom and a special kind of courage.
This was true of those who pioneered the great wilderness in the beginning of this country, as it is also true of those later immigrants who were willing to leave the land of their birth and come to a land where even the language was unknown to them. Call it chauvinistic, but our heritage does not set us apart. Some years ago a writer, who happened to be an avid student of history, told me a story about that day in the little hall in Philadelphia where honorable men, hard-pressed by a King who was flouting the very law they were willing to obey, debated whether they should take the fateful step of declaring their independence from that king. I was told by this man that the story could be found in the writings of Jefferson. I confess, I never researched or made an effort to verify it. Perhaps it is only legend. But story, or legend, he described the atmosphere, the strain, the debate, and that as men for the first time faced the consequences of such an irretrievable act, the walls resounded with the dread word of treason and its price—the gallows and the headman’s axe. As the day wore on the issue hung in the balance, and then, according to the story, a man rose in the small gallery. He was not a young man and was obviously calling on all the energy he could muster. Citing the grievances that had brought them to this moment he said, “Sign that parchment. They may turn every tree into a gallows, every home into a grave and yet the words of that parchment can never die. For the mechanic in his workshop, they will be words of hope, to the slave in the mines—freedom.” And he added, “If my hands were freezing in death, I would sign that parchment with my last ounce of strength. Sign, sign if the next moment the noose is around your neck, sign even if the hall is ringing with the sound of headman’s axe, for that parchment will be the textbook of freedom, the bible of the rights of man forever.” And then it is said he fell back exhausted. But 56 delegates, swept by his eloquence, signed the Declaration of Independence, a document destined to be as immortal as any work of man can be. And according to the story, when they turned to thank him for his timely oratory, he could not be found nor were there any who knew who he was or how he had come in or gone out through the locked and guarded doors.
Well, as I say, whether story or legend, the signing of the document that day in Independence Hall was miracle enough. Fifty-six men, a little band so unique—we have never seen their like since—pledged their lives, their fortunes and their sacred honor. Sixteen gave their lives, most gave their fortunes and all of them preserved their sacred honor. What manner of men were they? Certainly they were not an unwashed, revolutionary rebel, nor were they adventurers in a heroic mood. Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists, 11 were merchants and tradesmen, nine were farmers. They were men who would achieve security but valued freedom more.”
Governor Ronald Reagan (R-CA)
Conservative Political Action Conference
Washington, DC
January 25, 1974