Glenn Beck

Who's caring for them? Boy, you know, I heard that case, and that just struck right to my heart. You know, I thought to myself, my gosh, maybe we're wrong. She could be correct. Let's look at her side of the argument. I mean, just for a minute. I don't expect you to change, but I want you to listen with compassion.

Who's caring for them? Boy, you know, I heard that case, and that just struck right to my heart. You know, I thought to myself, my gosh, maybe we're wrong. She could be correct. Let's look at her side of the argument. I mean, just for a minute. I don't expect you to change, but I want you to listen with compassion.

Who's caring for them? Boy, you know, I heard that case, and that just struck right to my heart. You know, I thought to myself, my gosh, maybe we're wrong. She could be correct. Let's look at her side of the argument. I mean, just for a minute. I don't expect you to change, but I want you to listen with compassion.

You sons of... You people who just don't... You just hate people of other colors for no apparent reason. That's the only reason why you want these illegals, as you might call them, out. Have some compassion, man.

You sons of... You people who just don't... You just hate people of other colors for no apparent reason. That's the only reason why you want these illegals, as you might call them, out. Have some compassion, man.

You sons of... You people who just don't... You just hate people of other colors for no apparent reason. That's the only reason why you want these illegals, as you might call them, out. Have some compassion, man.

So let me just, I want you to, unless you're driving, close your eyes for just a minute, and I want you to imagine a twilight world, shadowed and stilled, where the hum of life is faded to a whisper. Picture the sprawling farmland, its fields once ablaze with golden wheat and beautiful verdant rows of produce. Just, it's a painting. Except now it's desolate.

So let me just, I want you to, unless you're driving, close your eyes for just a minute, and I want you to imagine a twilight world, shadowed and stilled, where the hum of life is faded to a whisper. Picture the sprawling farmland, its fields once ablaze with golden wheat and beautiful verdant rows of produce. Just, it's a painting. Except now it's desolate.

So let me just, I want you to, unless you're driving, close your eyes for just a minute, and I want you to imagine a twilight world, shadowed and stilled, where the hum of life is faded to a whisper. Picture the sprawling farmland, its fields once ablaze with golden wheat and beautiful verdant rows of produce. Just, it's a painting. Except now it's desolate.

Stocks are brittle, fruit rotting where it falls on the ground. Zoom closer in. A construction site. Skeletal beams rising like bones of some forgotten beast abandoned mid-creation. A restaurant. A restaurant. There, on Main Street, in your own hometown, its windows dark, its tables bare. The aroma simmering spices replaced now just by the dust of neglect.

Stocks are brittle, fruit rotting where it falls on the ground. Zoom closer in. A construction site. Skeletal beams rising like bones of some forgotten beast abandoned mid-creation. A restaurant. A restaurant. There, on Main Street, in your own hometown, its windows dark, its tables bare. The aroma simmering spices replaced now just by the dust of neglect.

Stocks are brittle, fruit rotting where it falls on the ground. Zoom closer in. A construction site. Skeletal beams rising like bones of some forgotten beast abandoned mid-creation. A restaurant. A restaurant. There, on Main Street, in your own hometown, its windows dark, its tables bare. The aroma simmering spices replaced now just by the dust of neglect.

Oh, you might say, I'm finding that hard to imagine. But it is the precipice which we teeter upon when we contemplate casting out the undocumented souls who breathe life into our nation's veins. Let's really look at her case. These workers, vilified, yet so rarely beheld, are the unseen architects of our own prosperity. Yes. Consider the ledger here of reality.

Oh, you might say, I'm finding that hard to imagine. But it is the precipice which we teeter upon when we contemplate casting out the undocumented souls who breathe life into our nation's veins. Let's really look at her case. These workers, vilified, yet so rarely beheld, are the unseen architects of our own prosperity. Yes. Consider the ledger here of reality.

Oh, you might say, I'm finding that hard to imagine. But it is the precipice which we teeter upon when we contemplate casting out the undocumented souls who breathe life into our nation's veins. Let's really look at her case. These workers, vilified, yet so rarely beheld, are the unseen architects of our own prosperity. Yes. Consider the ledger here of reality.

Over 70% of those who tend our fields are foreign born. And of that number, nearly half lack the papers we demand. They're not peripheral. They're foundational. In 2023, their labor fueled an economy that extracted $128 billion in taxes from their sweat. And these are funds that they will never recover from Social Security or Medicare.

Over 70% of those who tend our fields are foreign born. And of that number, nearly half lack the papers we demand. They're not peripheral. They're foundational. In 2023, their labor fueled an economy that extracted $128 billion in taxes from their sweat. And these are funds that they will never recover from Social Security or Medicare.

Over 70% of those who tend our fields are foreign born. And of that number, nearly half lack the papers we demand. They're not peripheral. They're foundational. In 2023, their labor fueled an economy that extracted $128 billion in taxes from their sweat. And these are funds that they will never recover from Social Security or Medicare.

Their unemployment rate stands at 3.2%, outpacing the native-born, right? You might say, well, that's not really good. That means jobs aren't... No! They're just willing to work. These are not the idle... They are the relentless, filling the chasms in our agriculture and construction and hospitality.

Their unemployment rate stands at 3.2%, outpacing the native-born, right? You might say, well, that's not really good. That means jobs aren't... No! They're just willing to work. These are not the idle... They are the relentless, filling the chasms in our agriculture and construction and hospitality.