Several weeks ago, driving home from work, I tuned to a local AM station and was listening to Mark Levin. I had already purchased his new book “Ameritopia” during pre-order back in December, and had since had it delivered to my Kindle early on the official release date and so when Levin mentioned an opportunity to pick up a signed copy, I was only half listening; “I have mine.”

When Mark Levin said the way to get the signed copy of “Ameritopia” was in person at the Reagan Library (my back yard, practically), I was looking frantically for a place to pull over. I picked the Shell station in Moorpark and started trying to get to the Reagan Library website on my iPhone.

After lots of cussing and several attempts, I finally found the place on the site to buy tickets and bought one ticket for the book signing (which included the book), and the speech and dinner that followed. The event sold out in something like 21 minutes! That’s from the time Levin announced it, until there were no tickets left.

Who were these people who were listening to Levin’s radio show and were able to get online quickly enough to buy tickets? It was, as I saw when I arrived, a cross-section of America. Young and old, white, black, and other, a mix of people who love their country and want to see the damage limited – for now; rolled back – eventually.

It was amazing being in the various lines with these people. A retired couple from Sacramento, a woman alone from San Francisco, another couple from Canada. Canada! And together with other like-minded conservatives, these people were having a blast. Discussions ranged from the recent death of Andrew Breitbart and the vacuum it would leave, to the perceived idiocy of new media chasing old on the Rush comments. How the meme had changed from churches being forced against their will to provide abortion/contraceptive services against their doctrine, to “Republicans want to take away your condoms.”

It was a new freedom for many, being able to discuss conservatism without having to worry what leftist or liberal was lurking nearby, especially the folk who were there from Northern California. While they don’t necessarily shirk from defending their values and ideas, it was still nice to not worry about actually having to, at least for a little while.

The biggest shock to me was when a young man outside the Reagan Library was working the crowd looking for tickets to get in; “Anybody have a ticket you want to sell? Extra ticket? Anybody?”

I figured; “Ah ha! Occupier trying to crash the event.” Boy was I wrong. That same young man eventually did get in, and got hold of the microphone that attendants were around for audience members to ask Levin questions (at 48:30 in the video below). He claimed he was a high school sophomore (he seemed old for that, maybe he was nervous and meant to say college, but I don’t know), and he was disgusted with the contempt many of his fellow classmates show to our flag. He wondered if Levin might have any ideas on how to educate them? That, my friends, gives me hope for the future. There are countless more like him, and many were in attendance this night.

This night was not about “fan worship” or idolatry, it was about hope, and people who are feeling helpless to stop our country’s slide to destructive socialism who are desperately grasping for a glimpse of it. Mark Levin, as it happens on this night, is the one offering that. He spoke what was already on their minds, and is able to articulate that in a way many of us couldn’t or can’t.


As an aside to my friend Cold Warrior, one microphone was within five feet of me, and I really was able to get the woman’s attention who held it and was about to ask Mark “the question.”

“Mark, you’ve mentioned on air before, several times, that we need to get in to the Republican Party and take it over, push conservative candidates. How do we do that?”

The answer, if he couldn’t give it, would’ve been here.

I have friends who won’t listen to Mark because they don’t like the sound of his voice, or the way he occasionally gets angry and rants. Get over it, at least for one hour. Give the man a chance, he’s sitting in a chair in front of his kids, and is calmly and clearly telling a group of people how we got to this point, and where we go from here.

Crossposted to a Tow Dog

Erick Brockway
Work seven days a week at two jobs, a newly RETIRED EO1 (E6) in the Navy Reserves (Seabees), blog when I can from cellphone and computer. @erickbrockway #catcot #tcot

Currently living in Camarillo, CA, about 45 miles North of LA. I have a wife (20+ years) son, and two daughters.