Brian Sussman Show

06/01/2025

Geoengineering, weather modification, cloud seeding, and contrails.

While many contend such topics are based on right wing conspiracy theories, there are notable figures on the left who have personally pumped millions of dollars into the research and development of this contentious atmospheric experiment.

In my latest podcast, I share from my book, Climate Cult: Exposing and Defeating Their War on Life, Liberty, and Property (Post Hill Press), reading and commenting from the ninth chapter entitled, Weather Gods.

I trust this episode will serve as a wakeup call to anyone who contends to be on the fence regarding this daunting subject.

You can watch the episode on Rumble

https://rumble.com/v6u64w5-geoengineering-contrails-weather-modification-fact-or-fiction.html

or listen to it on most audio podcast platforms.

05/24/2025

For Memorial Day: My World Famous Rib Recipe

These ribs really are world famous.

Since I originally posted this recipe in 2009, I’ve received positive feedback from people all over the planet (including from many American states that are known for their own awesome ribs).

Well-meaning BBQ aficionados tell me my ribs should have a little more “bite,” but I’ve found the average guy and gal loves having that meat simply fall off the bone.

So, the Patriot Rib recipe is what it is—a delicious crowd pleaser!

By the way, I've updated the recipe a bit over the years, with the help of my professional chef son, so this is the latest and greatest version!

Here’s the recipe:

Remove the ribs from the wrapping. DO NOT rinse the ribs. Place the ribs bone-side down in a ceramic, or glass, baking pan. Cover both sides of the ribs with BBQ rib rub of choice (I prefer Kirkland’s Sweet Mesquite BBQ Rub from Costco, but if you have a favorite use it!). By the way, St. Louis pork ribs work just as well as the baby backs (I cannot guarantee this recipe for beef ribs).

Next, give your hands a good wash and then pour a nice stout beer (I prefer Guinness Stout)) into the pan, a little less than an inch deep. Do not try this with anything other than a dark stout beer or the ribs will be ruined.

Cover with aluminum foil and let the ribs sit for an hour on the kitchen counter.

Preheat your oven to 320. Bake the ribs (in the pan, with the beer, covered with foil) for two hours.

Next, turn off the oven. Let the ribs remain in the closed oven for another 45-minutes.

While the ribs are sitting in the oven, fire up your BBQ/grill and get the cooking grate nice and hot.

Now we’re ready for “show time.” Take the ribs out of the oven, and out of the pan, and place directly onto the grate, meat side down. Slather a nice thin layer of sauce (Sweet Baby Rays is a big winner in my household) onto the bone side. Let them cook for 5-minutes.

Next, flip the ribs so the bone side is now down (you may have a rib or two fall away from the meat, but it's going to be oh, so sweet to eat!).

Slather that sauce onto the meat side. Let them cook for a good 5-minutes This will allow the sauce to caramelize.

Finally, get those ribs off the grill and onto a big serving plate! Once served, the meat will literally fall off the bone. If your guests want additional sauce on their ribs make it available—and don’t forget a roll of paper towels in the middle of the table.

God bless you, your family, and America!

Enjoy the ribs!

Brian

05/19/2025

Thirty-one-years-ago today, a baby was born in an ambulance in San Jose, California.

Upon arriving at the hospital, it was quickly noted the premature boy was addicted to co***ne. The infant spent the next many weeks an incubator, unable to receive the love and care that most babies are given.

The little one’s mother was taken into police custody; eventually the child was discharged from the hospital into his grandparents’ care.

However, no one at the hospital realized the grandparents, albeit quite kind, were homeless.

Some months later, the little baby was discovered by police, living with his grandparents in a dilapidated, abandoned house. I’ve read the police report. Fortunately little Joshua was unharmed.

The child was immediately placed into a foster care facility. He was moved around the foster system through his fifth birthday.

Fast forward to early 2000. I was working for the CBS-TV station in San Francisco, and, among other things, hosted a weekly program called, "Brian’s Kids." Each Wednesday, on the Five O’clock News, we would feature a youngster living in foster care who needed a permanent family. Interestingly, over the course of ten-years we witnessed over 400 of our kids getting adopted.

That’s how I met this skinny, little, almost six-year-old, named Joshua. He was featured on our TV program.

That evening, after our afternoon taping session with Josh, I told my wife about this “amazing little guy that I think we should adopt.” My son, Sam (12), was with me for the recording session and totally agreed.

Two of our children came to us through adoption, so my wife and I were familiar with the process and the challenges. Eventually, after a family meeting we decided to have Josh over to the house for a visit with his county social worker.

When he came to our door, his curly hair was combed and slicked down, and he was wearing the best set of slightly oversized hand-me-down clothes his social worker was able to find. Upon inviting him inside our home, my wife and I suddenly and simultaneously left the entryway in different directions overcome with emotion; she to our bedroom and me to a bathroom. We were both a basket of merciful tears.

Joshua officially became a member of our family shortly thereafter. Our daughter—now his sister—prayed with him to receive Jesus as his personal savior a month after Josh turned six. He’s never veered from that conviction.

Josh is happily married to Ladina. They presently live in NYC where Josh is honing his comedy credentials.

Happy birthday, son. You bring much joy (and hilarity) to our lives.

05/11/2025

Jamie Sue and I were on the road this morning, listening to oldies, and driving home in our favorite car after a Saturday night spent out of town.

"Riders on the Storm" by The Doors came on, and a flood of memories came in.

During my senior year of high school (1974) I managed our school’s radio station and most mornings hosted a radio show that was piped through the school’s speaker system in the hallways.

I always loved playing Riders on the Storm. The song’s introduction (minus the stormy sound effects) is 29 seconds. I mention this because as a DJ I had that exact amount of time to talk prior to the lyrics beginning. In the radio world we call this portion of a song “the walk-up.” So once the music began, I might say,

“Brian Sussman, WGBS, on a Friday morning. Weather forecast today calls for more rain and a high of 63 degrees. Better weather this weekend with sunny skies and temperatures getting into the seventies. Don’t forget the baseball games tomorrow at home against Deerfield. Go Glenbrook South Titans. Right now, this is The Doors. Riders on the Storm.”

As we were driving and listening, I was thinking, what if God, or maybe an angel, were to do a guest walk up to that song back in 1974?

“Stormy day today, but the future looks bright for your DJ. In a few months he’ll meet his beautiful future bride. They’ll get married in four years, have an awesome daughter and three solid sons, and eventually seven grandchildren. Brian and his wife will hear this song in 2025 while driving and he’ll be hit with a flood of memories and teary eyes as he reaches over to hold her hand. Now, The Doors."

The point of the story?

No matter what life has dealt you, scan your memory’s horizon to find those moments that have made a difference, and give thanks to God. Life is short. Live it with a smile.

04/29/2025

Do you find it a bit intrusive when someone becomes so impatient with your inability to mindlessly navigate a computer screen, cell phone, or TV remote that they jump in and do it for you? Certainly, sometimes, the person is honestly trying to help, but other times they are simply impatient, and occasionally obnoxious.

I can deal such "help" just fine, but I honestly do feel bad for such people when they mistakenly equate their technical knowledge as akin to possessing wisdom.

The dictionary defines wisdom as “the ability to discern or judge what is true, right, or lasting.” Knowledge, on the other hand, is “information gained through experience, reasoning, or acquaintance.”

The Bible goes a step farther, essentially telling us that wisdom is knowledge rightly applied. For example, knowledge memorizes the Ten Commandments; wisdom obeys them. Knowledge learns of God; wisdom loves Him.

In my most recent Instagram post I quote Psalm 91:12, "Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom."

What I see in that verse is that even if our life story is filled with a lot of potholes, God is still willing and able to create within us a heart filled with His timeless wisdom. Such an infilling provides us with a peace that passes all understanding, and an undeniable hope of eternal life.

04/22/2025

Don't Be Fooled: Earth Day's REAL STORY

On April 22, 1970, a trio of radical dreamers established the first Earth Day, an annual event designed to assault capitalism, free-markets and mankind.

The initial concept was conceived by Senator Ga***rd Nelson (D-WS). Nelson was Congress’ leading environmentalist activist, a sort of preincarnate Senator Barbara Boxer in drag. He was also the mastermind behind those ridiculous teach-ins which were vogue in the Sixties and early Seventies. During the teach-ins, mutinous school instructors would scrap the day’s assigned curriculum, pressure their students to sit cross-legged on the floor, and “rap” about how America was an imperialist nation, and converse about why communism really wasn’t such a bad form of government—it just needed to be implemented properly.

Nelson’s teach-in efforts were aided by a young man named Denis Hayes. Hayes was student body president while at Stanford, and well known for organizing anti-Vietnam war protests. Hayes heard about Senator Nelson’s teach-in concept and eventually helped Nelson institute the practice nationwide.

Rounding out the troika was Professor Paul Ehrlich of Stanford. In 1968 Ehrlich authored the Malthusian missive, The Population Bomb, in which he infamously spouted wild allegations which included equating the earth’s supposed surplus of people with a cancer that needs to be eradicated: “A cancer is an uncontrolled multiplication of cells; the population explosion is an uncontrolled multiplication of people…We must shift our efforts from treatment of the symptoms to the cutting out of the cancer. The operation will demand many apparently brutal and heartless decisions,” he wrote.

In 1969, following a much-hyped oil spill off the Santa Barbara coast, an overblown patch of fire on Cleveland’s Cuyahoga River, and the drug-induced vibes cast across the nation via the Woodstock Music and Art Fair, Senator Nelson met with Ehrlich and reportedly said, “My God—why not a national teach-in on the environment?” Hayes was brought in to play a pivotal role with organization and implementation. After careful consideration a name and date for the event were chosen: the inaugural Earth Day would be celebrated April 22, 1970—Russian dictator Vladimir Lenin’s Centennial.

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04/03/2025

While I am grateful for being able to celebrate another year of life, the best birthday I ever experienced occurred fifty years ago today.

It was 1975. I was a freshman at the University of Missouri and wildly in love with a young woman attending nearby Stephens College. I came to “Mizzou” from a Chicago suburb where I went to high school; she hailed from Santa Cruz, California. We had developed a wonderful friendship which appeared to be ending as she was intent on not returning to Missouri for the next school year.

I had to do something to prove my love to her—something big time. And I did.

A few weeks earlier she and some girlfriends had traveled to Fort Lauderdale, Florida for Spring Break. I had no money or transportation to join her, but I didn’t let her know that wasn’t going to stop me.

My plan was to hitchhike 1,400 miles to meet her there. My dream was that she would see how in love I was with her and decide to return to Missouri for her sophomore year.

I packed a gym bag full of spare clothes and put up my thumb.

By the time I made it to Orlando (200 miles north of Fort Lauderdale), I was flat broke and had been escorted off the Interstate highway by law enforcement as no hitchhiking was allowed. That evening, I was desperate. I’m not proud of what happened next, but it did soon lead to something very good.

While attempting to steal a car in a hotel parking lot with the keys left in the ignition, I was surrounded by police.

After questioning me, one of the officers placed me in his car. I assumed I was headed to jail, but instead I drove with him all night long. He was an incredibly nice man of about thirty, who wanted to know my whole story. As we talked, he shared a lot of wisdom and even spiritual advice. Just before sunrise he treated me to a hearty breakfast and then drove me to the Greyhound Bus Station, where he purchased a ticket to Fort Lauderdale.

As I prepared to board, he used an old school slogan to encourage me: “Get the girl, Brian.”

I called her from a payphone upon arrival. She and her girlfriends drove to pick me up. Though I slept on the beach and showered in public bathrooms, we had a great time.

A couple weeks later it was April 3, and she prepared a picnic lunch for us. Midway through, she handed me a birthday card. I was near tears when I read, “…and I’ll be coming back for school next year! Love, Susie.”

We were married three years later.

I certainly got the girl, as well as four children and seven grandchildren.

And, I still wonder if the person who put me on that Greyhound was an angel in disguise.

03/29/2025

Was speaking with a dear friend who shared a profound word of wisdom that may be just what one of you needs to hear:

"Recidivism is a natural function of recovery."

Trust God. He's for you and not against you.
Confess your sins and shortcomings.
Continue moving forward.
Keep a short account on both yourself and others.

Victory is on the horizon.

03/25/2025

EXCITED!

Turning the Tables on the Climate Change Debate­­­

03/11/2025

Despite the fact I've been a follower of Jesus for decades, I continue to make monumental mistakes, dumb decisions, and chump choices.

I know the way, I know the truth, and I know the Author of Life. Yet I often stumble, and occasionally fall.

The question is, why? Especially after all these years.

The answer is because I'm often hesitant to stand on solid ground. Indeed, the Bible is replete with many admonitions to stand against temptations of many sorts. That includes the temptation to simply do things my way.

The ancient Old Testament book of Jeremiah exhorts us to stand, stating, This is what the Lord says: “Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls."

In the New Testament, Jesus provides us a description on how to stand, saying, "The one who stands firm to the end will be saved."

It's interesting because, as every athlete knows, one's stance is everything.

Saint Paul elaborates on the concept of standing firm: "Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be courageous; be strong."

Later, Paul says it like this: "Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace."

The takeaway is straightforward. I need to stand, and stand firm.

Such a stance empowers us to take the proper exit along life's highway.

02/28/2025

A Time to Mourn

With the recent loss of my wife’s father, I have been reflecting on the process of mourning; something we don’t always seem to do well in western culture.

Too often our expressions of deep loss are extremely abbreviated. Those closest to the departed are immediately thrust into a whirlwind of tasks: funeral arrangements, obituaries, death certificates, contacting financial institutions, filing taxes, wills and trusts. While these assignments are vital, they can also act as distractions that might prevent us from taking the time to properly mourn.

For those not involved in handling the details noted above, our various occupations are often not compatible with carving out essential bereavement time. Getting a day off to attend a memorial, let alone taking a day off after hearing the news of a death, can be challenging.

Frequently there is a lack of compelling consolation and counsel which is often desperately needed following the death of a loved one. We don’t know who to turn to, who to talk to, who to shed tears with, so we tend to stuff our emotions, pressing on with the minutia of our lives.

And then there are our children who have no frame of reference to understand they will never see that special person again.

I recall witnessing an accident that took the life of my best friend when I was ten. Though I was an emotional wreck, my parents were ill-equipped to properly console me. I was back in school and football practice the next day. When one of our teammates was told he was taking our deceased friend’s place on the starting lineup, the poor little guy broke down crying. The team marched on that day because it was thought that it was the best thing to do. It was decades before I was able to mourn Kenney’s untimely death and when I did it brought long overdue healing to my life.

The Bible describes for us many important aspects of mourning, such as weeping, crying loudly, and setting aside days or even weeks to allow for healing. And even though the Christian has the assurance that when this earthly life has ended, eternal life has just begun, we are still entitled and encourgaed to express our raw emotions for the passing of another.

As King Solomon once said, God graciously allows us “a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance.”

Next time, let’s make the time to mourn.

02/25/2025

Thank you, friends, for your wonderful words of love, support, and encouragement.

My wife’s dad passed on to his heavenly reward early this morning.

Bob was a true patriot, whose forefathers came to the northern colonies prior to America’s founding. We felt it quite appropriate to lower the flag at his house to half mast.