Glenn Beck

Because what these small towns all across America raise, it's not crops, not really.

These small towns, these small little farming communities, they raise the kind of man that doesn't ask what's in it for me.

They raise the kind of kids that fix a fence, not because somebody's watching and not really even because somebody asked them to.

They raise the kind of men who keep their word when nobody is watching, keeping their word when it costs them something.

These small towns raise the kind of people when everything is falling apart and the path forward is dark and nobody would blame them for quitting.

They just go and do the next right thing.

And then the next one.

And then the next one.

And the next one.

No reward.

Just the quiet, stubborn, unglamorous decency that built this country one honest day at a time.

We're looking for answers.

Want to know how to fix things?

Look to the cowboy.

Look to the farmer.

Look to the farmer.

Look to the rancher with the cracked hands and worn-out Bible and a flag.

And a flag on a porch that he salutes every time like he means it because he does.

We look for our answer in these marbled halls of Washington.

America was not built in those marbled halls.