‘Nobody wants you when you’re old and gray.’ On the matter of turning 65… and other outrages.

Posted on January 25, 2012 by admin

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

Author’s program note. In 1921, that sultry chanteuse with a silken voice seasoned with a touch of honky-tonk and life’s deflating experience — Ethel Waters (1896- 1977) — got up before the microphone one fine day and belted into history a little ditty by Billy Higgins and W. Benton Overstreet. It was a swinging song with attitude… and, it turned out, with “legs”, too; a song so potent in its magic that over 50 major recording artists couldn’t wait to get their vocal chords around it.

It was “There’ll be some changes made”, and it included the resonating line that made us all queasy… “Nobody wants you when you’re old and gray”… the line that justified an ocean or two of wild behavior, the wild oats you’d better indulge in when young and limber… before the Grim Reaper stamped your forehead with the iconic number 65 and measured you for eternity.

Go now to any search engine, review your recorded choices; then “choose your poison” as Grandpa Walt used to say… but, whoever you select, take time to pay homage to Miss Waters, for she was a game old bird and after all was the first to urge us to approach olde age with dignity, composed, resigned, withered hands folded gently in your lap, glass for your false teeth at the ready — not!

Oh, no, Miss Waters celebrated not just the “you” you were… but the “you” you could be with a few deft changes, tweaks and tucks… all necessary so that your “golden” years are even less demure (by a long shot) than your early days; that you don’t just read your Browning — “the best is yet to be” — but live him, with plenitude and a “hey, look me over” edge, your original and unique cocktail of defiance, insight, and allure.

Step-dad Jack and the chocolate box.

He was shrunken, smaller than he had been in life… in form that is, never in spirit. And he asked me –before “forever” took him — for chocolates. He craved them. I didn’t have to think twice about what to do. I was on the phone at once and ordered him an exuberant chocolate feast of Godiva’s best, the kind of assortment that a boy bent on the delights of love gives to the girl he wants to wash his shirts and cheat on for life. Yes, it was that big. And when I called to make sure he had the package… I was informed this man I hardly knew… had the box open, a few already nibbled, sampled, so he could make the best selection. And he was smiling…

But that’s only a part of this tale…

The instant she heard ol’ Jack talking to me, my mother, that force of nature and approved behavior, grabbed the phone and Let Me Have It. Jack was ill, she said; Jack was dying, she said; Jack could die at any moment, she said, and face his Maker, as quick as you could say “Jack Robinson.” What did I mean by giving him, and on his death bed, too, the rich seduction that was chocolate, a food that could not be found amidst his recommended dietary choices, unappetizing all. Why, didn’t I know that could kill him….? Moreover, there was no mention in Emily Post sanctioning death-bed chocolates… and thus they could not be approved, unfitting objects as they were for such an event and its high mysteries and profound enigmas.

“But POM (Poor Old Mother)”, I said. His cancer is terminal, he could indeed die at any moment; every doctor said so, and at such a time if there’s a dance in the old galoot yet he ought to dance it… he ought to have what he wanted, the savor of life, not another moment of the semblance of life, measured out by tea spoons of this medicine, tablets of that. In short he wanted, with an insistence that comes when time is almost gone, one of life’s pleasures, not another indication and token of life’s finality.

… Jack died just hours later…

… POM became the Ice Queen to me for too long…

But I was the gainer here… for Jack had reaffirmed a profound truth we cannot hear and contemplate often enough… that life is for the living, that life must be lived, exulted, extolled, celebrated and savored… and that at the end, if you want chocolates, the very best chocolates (or their equivalent) no one — not even the well-meaning wife and scold — should be allowed even a moment of jeremiad, pontification, finger-pointing and condescension… “Proper behavior” be damned….

Easy to say, difficult to do.

Now, one can damn, and so easily, too, the bug-a-boo of “proper behavior”, but the truth of the matter, an independent course is difficult to pull off. Witness my darlin’ mama’s frosty reaction on the matter of chocolates an instant prior to demise. We geriatric life-savors need to face up to the shibboleths and prejudices of our rigid adversaries… and become as shrewd as we are aged.

Thus, start from the proposition that for the bulk of the world… but never for ones as wicked cool and winsome as we are, Age 65 is regarded as the gate through which one passes, inexorably, inevitably, slowly on account of rheumatism, arthritis and assembled other maladies attendant upon bigger and bigger birthdays; the gate through which we enter aging… through which we depart dead… truly an inviting scenario… if you’re into the macabre pictures of Hieronymus Bosch (1450-1516) and other mediaeval horrors. . But Hieronymus and his scarry ilk have never been my cup of tea, perhaps because of their unremitting focus on the darker side of life, its miseries, regrets, loneliness and angst about the eternity into which each of us must enter, like it or not. I am a creature of life and light… and aim to live my credo to the very last moment… for all that I may be able to do nothing more at that unique moment of finality than nibble a chocolate. Even that is enough to reaffirm my adamant belief in life, not life’s restrictions.

Yet these restrictions are everywhere, built into the very heart of our youth-centered culture. Folks over 65 are lesser beings, unable to do this, incapable of doing that; past it in ways as diverse as eating corn on the cob or satisfying even the least demanding of lovers. Even more than a baby (which after all does not know better) we are held thrall to the do-nots, the should-nots, the could-nots, instead of enjoying the thrills and growth of the why-nots.

But we are not, we crew of 65 plus, babies to be protected and instructed. We are people who have lived life — and often riotously too — with gusto and a zest that only begins when you realize that the life force within you is not unlimited or inexhaustible. It is its very limitation that makes it precious… and which drives us to use it… all of it … never letting a drop of it… any of it… drip away unused and unregarded.

We know the pleasures of life… and intend to explore each and every one of them until the engine that drives our magnificent being can do absolutely nothing more.

That’s why I tell you this: Miss Waters sings her song not for you and me who seize and savor life. For we do not need to make changes…

Rather, these changes must be made by the folks — “age-ists” every one of them — who want us to stop living before our time, pushing us out of life, anxious to get what we have had. These folks are in the business of denial, living to block us, restrict us and chide us for ideas, thoughts and actions they deem unsuitable to our age and station… They are the ones who would remove us from life, not help us engage it.

It is for these folks and their disapproval and disdain that Miss Waters sings her song, for they cannot be reminded often and enough…

“You’re here today and then tomorrow you’re gone” …

Thus I shall live my life while there is a crumb yet to enjoy. And if that bothers you or anyone, get over it… and make the changes which must be made today… for you have far greater need for them than I do…

Envoy

Dr. Lant turns 65 February 16, 2012.

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‘Nobody wants you when you’re old and gray.’ On the matter of turning 65… and other outrages.

Posted on January 25, 2012 by admin

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

Author’s program note. In 1921, that sultry chanteuse with a silken voice seasoned with a touch of honky-tonk and life’s deflating experience — Ethel Waters (1896- 1977) — got up before the microphone one fine day and belted into history a little ditty by Billy Higgins and W. Benton Overstreet. It was a swinging song with attitude… and, it turned out, with “legs”, too; a song so potent in its magic that over 50 major recording artists couldn’t wait to get their vocal chords around it.

It was “There’ll be some changes made”, and it included the resonating line that made us all queasy… “Nobody wants you when you’re old and gray”… the line that justified an ocean or two of wild behavior, the wild oats you’d better indulge in when young and limber… before the Grim Reaper stamped your forehead with the iconic number 65 and measured you for eternity.

Go now to any search engine, review your recorded choices; then “choose your poison” as Grandpa Walt used to say… but, whoever you select, take time to pay homage to Miss Waters, for she was a game old bird and after all was the first to urge us to approach olde age with dignity, composed, resigned, withered hands folded gently in your lap, glass for your false teeth at the ready — not!

Oh, no, Miss Waters celebrated not just the “you” you were… but the “you” you could be with a few deft changes, tweaks and tucks… all necessary so that your “golden” years are even less demure (by a long shot) than your early days; that you don’t just read your Browning — “the best is yet to be” — but live him, with plenitude and a “hey, look me over” edge, your original and unique cocktail of defiance, insight, and allure.

Step-dad Jack and the chocolate box.

He was shrunken, smaller than he had been in life… in form that is, never in spirit. And he asked me –before “forever” took him — for chocolates. He craved them. I didn’t have to think twice about what to do. I was on the phone at once and ordered him an exuberant chocolate feast of Godiva’s best, the kind of assortment that a boy bent on the delights of love gives to the girl he wants to wash his shirts and cheat on for life. Yes, it was that big. And when I called to make sure he had the package… I was informed this man I hardly knew… had the box open, a few already nibbled, sampled, so he could make the best selection. And he was smiling…

But that’s only a part of this tale…

The instant she heard ol’ Jack talking to me, my mother, that force of nature and approved behavior, grabbed the phone and Let Me Have It. Jack was ill, she said; Jack was dying, she said; Jack could die at any moment, she said, and face his Maker, as quick as you could say “Jack Robinson.” What did I mean by giving him, and on his death bed, too, the rich seduction that was chocolate, a food that could not be found amidst his recommended dietary choices, unappetizing all. Why, didn’t I know that could kill him….? Moreover, there was no mention in Emily Post sanctioning death-bed chocolates… and thus they could not be approved, unfitting objects as they were for such an event and its high mysteries and profound enigmas.

“But POM (Poor Old Mother)”, I said. His cancer is terminal, he could indeed die at any moment; every doctor said so, and at such a time if there’s a dance in the old galoot yet he ought to dance it… he ought to have what he wanted, the savor of life, not another moment of the semblance of life, measured out by tea spoons of this medicine, tablets of that. In short he wanted, with an insistence that comes when time is almost gone, one of life’s pleasures, not another indication and token of life’s finality.

… Jack died just hours later…

… POM became the Ice Queen to me for too long…

But I was the gainer here… for Jack had reaffirmed a profound truth we cannot hear and contemplate often enough… that life is for the living, that life must be lived, exulted, extolled, celebrated and savored… and that at the end, if you want chocolates, the very best chocolates (or their equivalent) no one — not even the well-meaning wife and scold — should be allowed even a moment of jeremiad, pontification, finger-pointing and condescension… “Proper behavior” be damned….

Easy to say, difficult to do.

Now, one can damn, and so easily, too, the bug-a-boo of “proper behavior”, but the truth of the matter, an independent course is difficult to pull off. Witness my darlin’ mama’s frosty reaction on the matter of chocolates an instant prior to demise. We geriatric life-savors need to face up to the shibboleths and prejudices of our rigid adversaries… and become as shrewd as we are aged.

Thus, start from the proposition that for the bulk of the world… but never for ones as wicked cool and winsome as we are, Age 65 is regarded as the gate through which one passes, inexorably, inevitably, slowly on account of rheumatism, arthritis and assembled other maladies attendant upon bigger and bigger birthdays; the gate through which we enter aging… through which we depart dead… truly an inviting scenario… if you’re into the macabre pictures of Hieronymus Bosch (1450-1516) and other mediaeval horrors. . But Hieronymus and his scarry ilk have never been my cup of tea, perhaps because of their unremitting focus on the darker side of life, its miseries, regrets, loneliness and angst about the eternity into which each of us must enter, like it or not. I am a creature of life and light… and aim to live my credo to the very last moment… for all that I may be able to do nothing more at that unique moment of finality than nibble a chocolate. Even that is enough to reaffirm my adamant belief in life, not life’s restrictions.

Yet these restrictions are everywhere, built into the very heart of our youth-centered culture. Folks over 65 are lesser beings, unable to do this, incapable of doing that; past it in ways as diverse as eating corn on the cob or satisfying even the least demanding of lovers. Even more than a baby (which after all does not know better) we are held thrall to the do-nots, the should-nots, the could-nots, instead of enjoying the thrills and growth of the why-nots.

But we are not, we crew of 65 plus, babies to be protected and instructed. We are people who have lived life — and often riotously too — with gusto and a zest that only begins when you realize that the life force within you is not unlimited or inexhaustible. It is its very limitation that makes it precious… and which drives us to use it… all of it … never letting a drop of it… any of it… drip away unused and unregarded.

We know the pleasures of life… and intend to explore each and every one of them until the engine that drives our magnificent being can do absolutely nothing more.

That’s why I tell you this: Miss Waters sings her song not for you and me who seize and savor life. For we do not need to make changes…

Rather, these changes must be made by the folks — “age-ists” every one of them — who want us to stop living before our time, pushing us out of life, anxious to get what we have had. These folks are in the business of denial, living to block us, restrict us and chide us for ideas, thoughts and actions they deem unsuitable to our age and station… They are the ones who would remove us from life, not help us engage it.

It is for these folks and their disapproval and disdain that Miss Waters sings her song, for they cannot be reminded often and enough…

“You’re here today and then tomorrow you’re gone” …

Thus I shall live my life while there is a crumb yet to enjoy. And if that bothers you or anyone, get over it… and make the changes which must be made today… for you have far greater need for them than I do…

Envoy

Dr. Lant turns 65 February 16, 2012.

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Of earmuffs, sissies, bone-chilling cold, and warm ears; thanks to young inventor Chester Greenwood.

Posted on January 23, 2012 by admin

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

Author’s program note. Winter. What a revoltin’ development this is. I often wonder on days so ridiculously cold like this one is why the Puritans stayed here after arriving and sampling the depths of a Massachusetts winter. I suppose it had something to do with their land grants and, of course, their pertinacious natures and obstinacy. For they were of the variety of folks who say they’ll do a thing and then — do it, never mind that their friends and fellow Pilgrims are dropping like flies all around them.

I often think of such folks on days like this, in winters like this. Excuse me if I get too intimate too fast, but I wonder, yes and for long periods of time, too, for I like to be thorough in my cogitations and day dreams, I wonder… about the socks those Puritans wore, what undergarments and undies they fashioned, how they made vests and sweaters… scarves and hats, each and every item needed… and especially the focus of today’s ruminations, how they kept their godly ears from freezing and falling off, tangible victory tokens for Winter itself, who likes you to remember who is boss around these parts once the December solstice occurs.

Theocracies, autocracies, aristocracies, ideas on this and that, may all come and go but one fact of human history remains constant and insistent: if you live in a frigid climate, your ears will get plenty cold… and must be taken care of right away, whatever your other priorities for the day.

Meet the patron saint of warm ears…. Chester Greenwood.

For just such days, Chester Greenwood and his first epochal invention were born. And today we sing his praises…. while capering amidst snow and ice. Because of Master Greenwood we are safe and warm, ready for anything.

Because Chester Greenwood, whom I guarantee you never heard of until just this moment, is the man who invented earmuffs… and he hailed not so very far from where I’m writing you today, in Farmington in the State of Maine, where laconic residents know the answer to this ancient question, “Cold enough for you?” And then laugh their thin, silent laugh, the one that keeps their human heat within, not cast profligate like into the too brusque air. Mainers are like that, and we like them just that way, especially young Chester and his ear-saving invention.

Just 15.

Like everybody else in Farmington, Chester’s young ears got cold and turned all the colors of distress, first chalky white, then beet red, and finally the deep blue that signifies danger for the continued use, indeed existence of the ears he rightly prized and cherished. And being a practical lad, and caring, too, for the ears of his family and friends, he did what all folks of inventive disposition do… he began to dream up a solution, and fast, for his ears were big and therefore even colder than most.

As every true inventor knows, the solution to a pending problem — that “eureka!” moment — can occur anytime, anywhere. And you must always be ready when it happens. For that industrious young Greenwood boy it occurred one day when he was out having fun — or trying to –at Abbot Pond where he was breaking in a new pair of skates.

This was a very big deal for him, because he came from a poor family (as most Mainers did) with six kids… and new skates were like gold, for all that they had to be shared. Greenwood was anxious to try out those babies… but the wind whipping off the pond was just too much, even for this hardy lad. He raced home to his “Gram”, found in her proper place in the farmhouse kitchen and asked her to see what she could come up with to cover his ears. It was the kind of practical question every real Grammie expects, is glad to get, and can always do something about.

Chester didn’t just stand and watch as his Grammie worked; that was not his way, and so they worked together. Chester supplied the idea and the materials; Gram, proud of her inventive grandson, supplied the artistry and experience of her nimble fingers, and so they got on like a house afire.

Chester wanted beaver fur on the outside, black velvet on the inside to shield his ears. Wool would never do; too itchy.

Once the materials had been selected and approved, it was time to fashion the device that kept them secure and in place. To solve this problem, they chose a soft wire known as farm wire, a precursor of bailing wire. Some later accounts say the resulting device was then attached to a cap.

So readied for the elements, Chester returned to the pond where, with the warmest ears in the county, he astonished his shivering buddies with the joyous dexterity of unremitting youth.

Soon, this 15 year old whiz kid was in the business of crafting earmuffs for old and young alike; for Mainers know a good deal when they see it. And as Chester worked… he, like every inventor before him, made adjustments, improvements, corrections, never satisfied, always in pursuit of the perfect muff, which he called Greenwood’s ear protectors and which, like Henry Ford’s auto, you could have in any color so long as it was black.

In due course, in 1873, and just 18 mind, he was awarded U.S. patent number 188,292 thereby launching a business which kept 20 or so of his neighbors in Farmington gainfully employed for nearly 60 years. At its height in 1936, he produced some 400,000 muffs a year, doing well while doing good… which is or at least should be the objective of every inventor and entrepreneur.

Greenwood, by now a celebrity in the State of Maine and beyond, died in 1937, aged 79. He had lead the most beneficial of lives, finding needs and filling them, the time honored path to usefulness and wealth. Amongst his 130 patents are such devices as improvements on the spark plug; a decoy mouse trap called the Mechanical Cat; his own shock absorber, a hook for pulling doughnuts from boiling oil, the Rubberless Rubber Band, and the Greenwood Tempered Steel Rake.

But of all his many worthy and practical ideas, I still prefer his first achievement, those earmuffs in beaver and black velvet, for you see like Chester, and such great celebrities as Clark Gable, I have big ears, too; so big that in the Alphabet Poll in my high school year book, my ears were photographed after my discerning classmates had voted mine the most notable, and so they were. Delicious.

And thus, with ears like Greenwood’s, I had Greenwood’s problem; that is until I discovered Greenwood’s solution in a pair of Greenwood’s muffs, in black, of course. They were a statement, that I was a practical boy myself, always desirous of keeping these pristine ears in fine working order. Besides, I don’t mind tellling you, I looked killing in mine, arresting, handsome, cute to boot. Not like Christopher Ninnis, that wag, who made derisory comments about sissies in earmuffs, keeping his in a box. But then… look how he turned out.

Note: In 1977, Maine declared December 21st “Chester Greenwood Day” to honor the king of warm ears whilst the City of Farmington, Maine kept employed by Greenwood’s genius, throws him an annual birthday bash, complete with parade where police cruisers are decorated as giant earmuffs. It’s the first Saturday in December. He deserves it, all of it, don’t you think?

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‘Hey, look me over’ as two-timin’ Newt stops Romney’s coronation coach in South Carolina.

Posted on January 22, 2012 by admin

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

Author’s program note. There can be only one song peppy enough, bouncy enough, irresistible enough, a song that is the very essence of what is best about America… that we get hit and hit again and hit again… yet get up, dust ourselves off and do what’s necessary to win, thank you very much.

That song is “Hey, look me over,” from the 1960 musical “Wildcat” (book by Richard Nash; lyrics by Caroline Leigh; music by Cy Coleman); and it fits the mood today at the headquarters of Newt Gingrich, the man who squeezed the bitter lemon of his contorted and messy relations with women into a lemonade sweet enough even the good Christian folk could drink by the gallon.

Thus, go to any search engine now. Find this tune and play it loud and proud… For, in the final analysis, we love the people Teddy Roosevelt described as “the man in the arena,” the people who have to win because losing is unthinkable. Even if we have to hold our noses when we get too close, we just can’t help admiring them, getting off our posteriors and cheering them to the echo. And the GOP citizens of South Carolina did just that.

They decided to vote for an idea… the idea that it is “we, the people” who make presidents… not pollsters, not handlers, not pundits and prognosticators… and if you don’t like it, that’s your problem. Not theirs. Thus did Romney get his gourmet, tax- deductible lunch handed to him… his contrived designer jeans ripped, torn, muddy, and a black eye to boot. This doesn’t mean he won’t be nominated, but it most assuredly means he will not be, cannot be nominated the way he’s gone about the job so far. South Carolina has dictated that if nothing more.

Prize day.

To sketch this influential event in a way that even third-graders could understand, consider this: Mitt Romney is the school kid we all hated; hated with our heart, soul and brain, for we knew — and could see evidence every single day, every day he raised his hand and knew the answer — that he was the kid the teachers idolized, the one they could with abiding pride point to and say, “That’s our boy.” Whereupon the boy would beam… and our hatred would grow… and we’d dream delicious ways of taking him down a peg or two… the faster, the sooner, the most abashing, the better.

Then one day one of the kids couldn’t take it take it anymore… and he pops, goes nuts. It’s the day school prizes are awarded; Mitt getting the lion’s share. It was the day something must be done… the time for mere rage gone; the need for action this day nigh.

Thus does this kid (call him Newt) see picture-perfect, not-a-hair-out-of-place Mitt coming to school in his chauffeur driven car and goes postal; he decides enough is enough… that Mitt (whose very name he abominates and loathes) must be taken out… but without of course implicating himself. Thus with a “sorry, man” at the ready scruffy, incorrigible Newt maneuvers Mitt into the nearest, stinkiest, festering mud, thereby rendering the apple of every teacher’s eye an unholy mess when he walks into class…

How much sympathy does ol’ Mitt get, for all that he’s the victim? None, absolutely none at all… and they elect Newt Student Body President in a landslide… because, because… Mitt makes them sick, every last one of them.

And, friends, this is what happened yesterday in South Carolina… the state oh-so- clearly indicated that they want candidates who fight for their favors, including the ultimate favor of getting to whack on their behalf, the man each and every one of them despises… Barack Obama, president of the Great Republic… for make no mistake about it, the fractured, snarling, uncooperative members of the Grand Old Party want brother Barack’s head on a platter… this is and has been since Inauguration Day 2009, their first and preeminent desire.

And they aren’t convinced Mitt can bring home the bacon… stinging the incumbent, slashing the incumbent, wounding the incumbent, humiliating the incumbent, for that’s what they insist their candidate deliver… like Salome with the head of John the Baptist, a reference every Evangelical knows and savors.

So, what has the great Palmetto State, home of nullifier John C. Calhoun and war profiteer Rhett Butler, the state that lobbed the first treasonable shot, thereby launching a war anything but civil, what has this state said?

First, that the Romney Coronation is off. That the carefully contrived, minutely controlled candidacy of Massachusetts’ least popular governor has ended. Mitt is going to have to do what Mitt hates: engaging in a bare-knuckles brawl that must show the GOP he is their boy; a man who can deliver the red-meat the much challenged and riven party craves. For these folks, rabid revolutionaries all and Constitution-hugging patriots as they are, are not about to go gentle into this good-night; they insist upon a candidate who can turn their white hot rage about the wrongful direction of the Great Republic into a lifetime lock on 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue and the nation’s agenda.

They look at Mitt and want to puke… What kind of American is he, they wonder, who wants the most precious of their gifts, their vote for president; but who, they feel in their gut, not only does not like or understand them, but faces them with incomprehension and even disdain? They know that a dinner-party with Mitt and his dutiful, adoring wife (a role model impossible for today’s woman) would be proper, dull, an unhappy memory for all… for all that Mitt might say just the right things with gestures approved by his stable of handlers.

And so while Republican hosts may yet dine with this stiff, control freak and paragon, they are afraid, and rightly so, that there won’t be any pleasure in it, no fun, no grandiose joys and memories; worst of all, no White House.

And this is why the GOP has gone through the long, exhaustive, often abjectly humiliating process of vetting one potential presidential nominee after another, all ardently desired and even adored at the outset; all found wanting and disquieting in so very many ways.

Will these folks be happy with Newt, his many wives, his inexplicable financial arrangements, his blatant self-service and prevarications? Maybe not. But he is serving their purposes right now — forcing Mitt out of his bubble, demanding he get real on why his association with Bain Capital unnerves so many at a time when he has so egregiously mishandled the matter of his tax returns. We all know, and Romney knows we know, that what we will find when he at last makes them public — no evidence of illegality but a text-book case of how the super-wealthy gain and use loop-holes on which they build their empires.

Newt has all of Romney’s many inadequacies going for him… and he has, mirabile dictu, brigades of Southern women for him, too. They already knew that men are lyin’, cheatin’, low-down scoundrels. But now it’s official. Messin’ around with women is no big deal, no sin at all, whatever the Good Book says… just keep our taxes low, hold our Founding Fathers high, make us as special as we see ourselves, and above all love us… something Mitt Romney just cannot do…

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You SAY you’re in business, but that proposition is dubious, as this article reveals in shocking detail.

Posted on January 21, 2012 by admin

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

Author’s program note. One of Broadway’s happiest and most enduring musicals is “How To Succeed In Business Without Really Trying.” Written by Frank Loesser; it was released in October, 1961 to immediate acclaim — and a Pulitzer Prize to boot. Most recently it was revived with Daniel Ratcliffe — famous for his eponymous role in the Harry Potter films — starring in the lead role originally done to mischievous perfection by Robert Morse, simultaneously menace and mastermind.

I have selected one of the lesser tunes from the production for the occasional music to this article. It’s called simply “Coffee Break”, and you should go to any search engine now to listen to it. It’s about how the absence of coffee — and therefore the coffee break — raises more anxiety and lamentation than a plague of locusts and completely stops the whole company, convinced that the end of the world as they know it is at hand. Oh, my! So much grief for one missed cuppa. However, the real shock is not that the coffee was late for the company coffee break, no indeed; the real shock is that more time, trouble, energy, irritation, and anger was expended on this event than on anything else that entire day… including the company’s business they were hired to transact…until the outrage about the coffee break was surpassed by certain stale items on the lunch menu… thereby diverting everyone’s outspoken attention to this even greater snafu.

The sad part is that this kind of ludicrous “crisis” and massive waste of time does not occur solely or exclusively on Madison Avenue or in Broadway shows… it is most likely the way you are running your “business” and why it doesn’t prosper.

That’s why today, I am going to put you and your “business” under the most minute scrutiny, the better to help you understand that your business, as you currently organize and run it — cannot make the desirable profits of your imagination… until such time as you rethink everything — absolutely everything — so that the focus of your energy and action every day is NOT the coffee break… but actually doing BUSINESS. And as this analysis develops right before your very eyes, you are most likely to be chagrined, embarrassed, and horrified – and that’s just for openers.

On the acute need to perceive what you are really doing every single day.

You say you are in business, correct? You say you want substantial, increasing profits, correct? You say you are a hard worker; indeed that the sun never sets on all the work you do, the tasks done, the challenges confronted, correct?

In short you are about as swift, intelligent, able and valuable a business person as business has ever seen and that your DNA should be donated to the nation so that generations yet to come may have the benefit of you and your unmatched business expertise and execution.

You, of course, are even now nodding your head in sage agreement with this flawless description of you and your business acumen. Modest though you are, you cannot but admit that you are the very paragon and model sketched above… just like Kansas City, you’ve gone about as far as you can go.

It is this proposition swallowed hook, line and sinker by the overwhelming majority of business owners of every kind that keeps you trapped in a business that doesn’t grow, expand, prosper and that does not make and will never make the profits you consistently and repeatedly say are the reason you are in business to get and enjoy.

YOU and your business under our microscope.

Now, it’s time to knuckle down to the important, sure-to-be-shocking analysis of what you do during your “business hours”… for you cannot improve your business until you know precisely what you do and precisely when you do it.

Business is about two things and two things only…

Quick! Can you guess what they are? The correct answer is 1) the generation of qualified prospects and 2) contacting these prospects, making them the most lavish, persuasive offer ever, then closing the deal forthwith. This is the two- step dance that keeps you in business, expands your business, and leads to money, money, money… yours, all yours.

Now let’s see just what percentage of your average day focuses on these two key points… and what percentage of your business day goes to anything but these two essential tasks.

You’ll need a pad, a watch, and total honesty.

To make this crucial scrutiny work, you will need to be clear about what you do, when you do it, and how long it takes to do it. In other words, you must start by creating a detailed picture of your average business day… and why it either works to produce the prospect leads and orders you need… or why it doesn’t. Give this essential project which can launch the most profitable epoch for your business your fullest attention. Nothing will come of this project unless you are careful, thorough, and complete.

Your first task is to list all the things you do during your average business day. These will include but will certainly not be limited to

* all breaks, kind and duration;

* non-business related telephone and other communications;

* time spent “surfing” the Web, especially at sites unsuitable for visits during business hours;

* gossip with friends and co-workers;

* writing ad copy;

* creating offers that make sales;

* time on the telephone etc where you connect with prospects, and either upgrade them to be qualified prospects, or close them by making sales.

Get the picture? What you’re trying to do is this: show yourself in unanswerable detail what you do on the average day that has absolutely nothing to do with the identification and closing of prospects… and how much time and effort you expend generating prospects and closing them.

Reforms must follow identification of what you are doing wrong, over and over again.

Chances are, you will be shocked and abashed by what you discover, for instance now seeing that you spend far more time surfing the Web and gossiping on the phone than you do on that same phone contacting prospects and closing deals. Such pernicious reality must be dealt with at once, for it is costing you money every single day.

Start today.

Do you care whether your business succeeds or fails? Do you care whether you make more money than less? Do you care whether the limited time you have on this planet is transformed into the maximum amount of coin of the realm, and so serenity, security, satisfaction?

That is why you must do this necessary exercise, and do it today. For you see, succeeding in business without really trying makes a dandy theme for a witty musical… but can in no way be regarded as a truth to build your ever more prosperous business by. That truth will be vividly apparent to you as you implement the recommendations of this important article.

*** We invite you to post your comments to this article below.

About the Author

Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home business training, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting, hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 online Home Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today. Details at worldprofit.com

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Review: Worldprofit’s Home Business Bootcamp Jan 20th, 2012

Posted on January 20, 2012 by admin

Today’s Worldprofit’s Home Business Bootcamp Training with marketing expert George Kosch covered the following topics:

-Value and importance of “natural” link building
-Danger of being impatient and overdoing promotion (autopromotion) on social media (Twitter etc)
-Facebook Pages for Business Purposes
-Connecting all the links of your Social Media pages and profiles (Facebook, Linked In, You Tube, Skype, Google +, to your website and blogs)
-Consistent Promotion: the fuel that drives your business growth
-Effective promotion campaigns include a link building strategy WITH active promotion and paid ads.
-Promote FIRST! Build your links, social media, blogs, reviews later. Promotion brings in the sales now, link building builds your business for the long term
-Social media is not enough. Active promotion – consistent promotion is the key – ads placed at reputable sites
-Value of Product Reviews for SEO and link building
-Safe-Swaps and Solo Ads: Demonstration and discussion
-Effectiveness of Safelist Marketing -Connecting personally with prospects
-Your Day’s Business Building Agenda: First order of business: Make Money. Next task: do what is required to make that happen.
-95% rule of marketing

What’s coming:

Demonstration of how Worldprofit is working on the integration of WordPress blogs into the Silver and Platinum VIP websites. The goal being for the blog (and all that extra content) to be within the core domain address. The reason is so Worldprofit Members get better SEO indexing and ranking from the larger content base. Also in development, the integration of product reviews into Member sites following the same kind of SEO friendly structure. Updates for Worldprofit’s Live Business Center will be added in next 2 weeks these will be of particular benefit to our Monitors.

Appreciation…..

Thank you to all Worldprofit Members who participated in today’s training both by attending and by posting your discussion comments. Worldprofit is a home business community, we all benefit by sharing and helping others.

Recorded version of Worldprofit’s Home Business Bootcamp: The recorded version of Jan 20th’s Training with George Kosch will be posted later today to the Worldprofit Member area and also to YouTube.

Next session of Worldprofit’s LIVE Home Business Training: Friday Jan 27th, 2012.

Not a member? Get a free Associate membership and YOU can get access to this training that helps you learn how to earn at home. We’ve helped people all over the world learn how to earn at home for the last 18 years. Let us help you too! Details at worldprofit.com

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Review: Worldprofit’s Home Business Bootcamp on Jan 13, 2012 with George Kosch

Posted on January 13, 2012 by admin

Today, George Kosch presented 90 minutes of interactive LIVE online training during the Jan 13th session of Worldprofit’s Home Business Bootcamp.

Topics included in today’s Home Business Bootcamp Training

The critical importance of consistent marketing
How to BE a marketer
Target Marketing
Bootcamp Videos
Bootcamp Lessons
Associate signups: Why and How.
Conversion to sales
Recommended Advertising Resources: What to look for, what to avoid
Landing pages / Ad Examples
Spam: Don’t do it. Discussion
Safelist Exchanges/Traffic Exchanges/Classified Ads
Monitor Network
Recommended services
How to not get caught up on the time-stealing details and focus on what is important

For those of you who missed the LIVE version of the training you missed a really funny story from George’s military background about cleaning a rifle for the Sergeant. This story was likened to doing the basic tasks required to make money online. The bottom line is this: follow the training, stick to the training, focus on the training, DO the training.

Questions from participants were answered with detail, dicsussion and demonstration throughout the training session.

Thank you to everyone who participated in today’s training, and special thanks to the Worldprofit Members who were assisting other members during the training. This is a home business community, we can all learn by sharing and helping each other.

The recorded version of today’s Home Business Bootcamp Training will be posted later today in the Worldprofit Member area under the TRAINING section of the member area.

The next LIVE Worldprofit Home Business Training session is Friday Jan 20th, 2012.

Who is Worldprofit? Founded in 1994 on a kitchen table, Worldprofit, Inc., provides a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home business training, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting, hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 online Home Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today. Details at worldprofit.com

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Jobless rate drops to 8.5%… Obama winks at Michelle and does his happy dance… O! Mamma!

Posted on January 10, 2012 by admin

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

It is Saturday, January 7, 2012 as I write. The nation’s air waves and print publications are filled with stories about Republicans. About today’s flash-in-the-pan former Pennsylvania senator Rick Santorum… about the Boston Globe endorsing former Utah governor and U.S. Ambassador to China Jon Huntsman over Boston’s not-so-favorite son former Massachusetts governor Mitt Romney. Bummer, but what can you expect from that crowd anyway?

Despite that little drawback, it’s the Romney people who are cock-a-hoop this morning not only because they are ecstatic to be running against a pigmy like Santorum, whose friends and neighbors in Pennsylvania refused him — and by a huge number — a third U.S. senate term. Even better today’s latest poll results show Romney still romping to an avalanche in the crucial New Hampshire primary, and, lordy, lordy, way out in front in what could be the make-or-break primary in South Carolina. I hear Mitt’s got all those toothsome boys of his learning to deliver a winsome a cappella version of “Hail to the Chief.” Cute.

If all this is so — and I assure you it is — why did one Barrack Obama, after seeing a certain news item on the front page of all the newspapers he reads with voracity, take Michelle in his arms and whirl her about the breakfast room letting those delicious blueberry scones he loves get cold?

It’s because of this single number: 8.5%. And you don’t have to be a political junkie to know what it means: It’s the latest piece of welcome news… in what is getting to be a lengthening string of such news… because every time the jobless rate drops the political fortunes of Barrack Obama go up. Let’s review the facts that make the First Mom and Dad so awfully cheerful, even giddy.

8.5% unemployment means the lowest rate in almost 3 years.

Barrack Obama is a very fortunate man, a man who can say to America, with complete factual accuracy, too, that “You’ve never — at least in my Administration — had it so good.”

The nation added a tidy 200,000 jobs in December, 2011, a burst of hiring that drove the unemployment rate down to its lowest point in just under 3 years. Tra la!

Moreover, December was the sixth straight month that the economy added at least 100,000 jobs, the longest such streak since 2006. As a result of this happy-making data, more and more practitioners of the dismal science have resoundingly concluded there’s a dance in the old dame America yet.

What makes a weak and vulnerable president purr with contentment?

Just this. The unemployment rate declined to 8.5% from 8.7% in November, and 9.1 percent at the start of 2011. The jobless rate peaked at 10.1 percent in October 2009.

These numbers made Sung Won Sohn, an economics professor at California State University, Channel Islands, positively rapturous. “There is more horsepower to this economy than most believe. The stars are aligned right for a meaningful economic recovery.” Obama when he read this was heard to mutter “From your lips to God’s ear” and beamed a mega-watt smile that had been little seen throughout the early days of his watch.

More good news.

But heart-warming though all these data were to the residents of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, they were only a portion of the good news arising from grass roots America. For instance, the nation added 1.6 million jobs in 2011, on top of 940,000 added in 2010. Mind you, more than 8,000,000 jobs were lost in the Great Recession that began in December, 2007… but this figure was History (and therefore of no interest) whereas the jobs added were very much about the present and give the President credibility when he launches into a rousing rendition of Franklin Roosevelt’s iconic ditty, “Happy Days Are Here Again,” the tune that always means we have something good to smile about, wide and broad, and which you can find in any search engine, to play along with this article.

The pretzeling of presidents; their dexterity with astonishing contortions.

Now President Obama knows… every Republican presidential candidate knows… every member of the Congress knows, whatever party they adhere to, that the good news is only part of the report, but what’s a politician for if he can’t take a crumb and turn it into a bakery?

Take this bothersome conclusion, for instance, the considered opinion of Eric Rosengren, president of the Federal Reserve Bank of Boston. He said just a couple of days ago that he expects the economy to grow modestly this year — 2 to 3 percent — despite signs of building momentum.

The reason for this deflating opinion is that households and small businesses were especially hard hit during the recent economic turbulence now widely called the Great Recession. Until these sectors improve and get distance from their particular issues of foreclosure and falling house prices, the recovery won’t be as glittering as you can be sure Obama and the Democrats will paint it. You can be equally sure Mitt Romney will be assiduous, morning and eve, about pointing out this and every lapse from the strict Truth.

Keep in mind that Mitt, too, is a close reader of these data and learned predictions. And more to the point, as a business wunderkind, practiced in high level (and very lucrative) leggerdomaine, he is the more likely to glean helpful suggestions and ideas from what he sees than Obama, who was a mere lawyer (albeit, like Mitt, Harvard trained.)

Thus, whatever Rosengren and his ilk recommend, Mitt will (with alacrity) recommend… while strongly censoring Obama and his minions for not having acted. Rosengren wants the Obama Administration to do more to stimulate the economy…. Mitt does, too, whilst Obama (whatever he has done) has done it too little, too late. Rosengren says the housing market and small business should be a particular focus, because these two sectors have traditionally lead the nation out of recession and unemployment… but not this time round. Mitt says ominously that is because of Obama’s ineptitude and lack of vision. Obama will point to what he has done for those folks… who were always in his mind,his heart, and his political calculus. He well knows he needs these people, especially with the acute disappointment and chagrin of Blacks, Liberals, and young voters (with high unemployment rates) who were once wild for Barrack but now mutter darkly about how they were hoodwinked and deceived by their hero and his mastery of high sounding, flatulent rhetoric.

And so it will go, ad nauseam, until our can’t-come-quickly-enough-for-me November Election Day confirms what most of us already feel in our bones…

… that the President will defeat Mitt in a solid but not overwhelming victory.

… that both houses of the Congress will be comfortably Republican.

… that Obama’s second term will be in such slow motion and so undistinguished you’ll think the White House Sleeping Beauty’s castle, all asleep.

What then should der Mittster do, when he’s handed the worthless presidential nomination of his splintered party? Easy. He should tell the truth, the straight-forward, unvarnished truth about where this country is going and offer SPECIFIC proposals of the type congenial to policy wonks like him. In this role the Romney too few like to make him President will become respected and even admired, his considerable merits at last put to proper and significant work, saving America as he once saved the Olympics; greatly honored by all who love the Great Republic and wish her Godspeed.

*** What do you think? Your comments are invited below.

About the Author

Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home business training, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting, hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 online Home Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today.

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‘The old gray mare, she ain’t what she used to be,’ but I’m just as spry as ever, and don’t you dare call me sir!

Posted on January 7, 2012 by admin

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

Author’s program note. One minute I was walking home through Harvard Square, savoring the exceptionally good meal I had just finished. The next minute, there were three or four boys peering down at me saying, “Sir, sir, are you alright?”

I recognized this voice, the special tone Harvard students reserve for the occasions (kept to as few as absolutely necessary) when the trajectory of their young lives intersects that of people like me who are Older and (because we are older) possibly deserving of Respect, and so getting the Voice that distinguishes the brightest students on earth.

I heard that Voice now directed at me… “Sir, sir, are you alright?”

And what occurred to me then was not that these young passersby were being kind, trying to assist me… but they were calling me, me, young, youthful, winsome, and capable of any mischief, they were calling me SIR… which meant they were viewing me as old, ancient, maybe past it and ready to be forwarded to the Smithsonian Institute for study as a geriatric specimen c. 1947. Outrageous! Unjust! And absolutely necessary to nip in the bud.

Thus, despite the inconvenience of my current position, sprawled on the treacherous black ice, the proximate cause of my abashing situation, as I was… the strongest possible response was necessary. So, I thrust up my arms with adolescent vigor and shouted, shouted I tell you as if I were aiming for the Guinness Book of Records, “DON’T CALL ME SIR!”

The boys grabbed both hands, yanked me up, set me properly on my feet, and all but pulled their forelocks in approved fashion, while asking me over and again, “Are you sure you’re alright, sir?” Until I was again forced to state my credo and considered position with the utmost seriousness, “DON’T CALL ME SIR!” And so, surly, ruffled, adamant, I shook off the youthful hands of my benefactors and continued my walk home, as briskly as if I were on parade, fuming, absolutely fuming. Sir, indeed!

The morning after, I was black and blue of body, but the real bruise had been to pride, ego, self image and the vain illusions we all have and cherish most carefully as we get older, day by day. And so I went to the mirror and made a full and complete reconnaissance, of face, hair, eyes, lines, bones, teeth, et al. I was thorough, detailed, honest to a fault, carefully calibrating each and every feature before me… and the most important one I could not see, but which was the most significant of all… brain.

I saw everything, missed nothing, scrutinized patiently. And then came to this scrupulous conclusion:

“Oh, the old gray mare, she ain’t what she used to be, Ain’t what she used to be, ain’t what she used to be The old gray mare, she ain’t what she used to be, Many long years ago.”

But I, on the other hand, look just as boyish and effervescent as ever… and so went forward with a song in my heart, having concluded those Harvard students, had no doubt erred on the side of caution, carefulness, covering their bases in case I’d been the visiting Crown Prince of some friendly power or panjandrum… paladin… or poobah. And so all was well again… and the fearful ravages of time and recognition kept at bay. Tra la!

And in an instant, the very flicker of an eye lash, I was singing that old folk song at the top of my voice and high stepping, as, well, as the horse Lady Suffolk, the first horse recorded as trotting a mile in less than two and a half minutes. It occurred on July 4, 1843 at the Beacon Course racetrack in Hoboken, New Jersey… when (and this is the important bit) she was more than 10 years old.

And I was happy… for Lady Suffolk… for me… and for all my still youthful cohorts still peppy, full of beans… until…

The next outrage.

Cambridge, Massachusetts features the most expensive grocery stores on this planet, a subject on which I can fulminate at a moment’s notice… but not today, for there is greater outrage than that to tell and examine. It happened just the other day at the check-out counter, always a place of shock, dismay, and people you never want to see again. Before she rung up my groceries, the check-out clerk, young, female, chipper in that nauseating way that comes with the breed, looked me in the eyes, her dimples fairly dancing, and said “Do you have your senior citizen discount card with you, sir?” One outrage piled on another… I tell you I saw red… every single shade of red, lurid, bloody, sanguine. I don’t mind telling you I virtually jumped on the counter, damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead… whilst bellowing, “I’m NOT a senior citizen,” the words “you brainless twit” hanging in the air, never mind that I would have saved fully $4.56. What’s mere money when carefully contrived self illusion is at stake? The woman was wrong… and needed public chastisement and rebuke. My fuming mechanism was out and working at full capacity… again.

But the worst was yet to come…

As a progressive man, a broad-minded man, it is my pleasure to tell you I have 2 fine women physicians. Be apprised I have selected them for no other reason than their medical intelligence; their soft caressing hands have no part in the matter.

Just the other day, in preparation for my impending 65th birthday, one administered the full treatment which meant the full monte with probes and thrusts, always a situation of potential hazard. And this was the most hazardous of all… and my body reacted (I am proud to tell you) like a teen-ager’s. No words were necessary… but Doctor She took my hand and said, “There, there!” as if I were three or four and fallen down the well. And so the hot words poured out from my almost 65 summers to her 35, or so.

“Doctor,” I said. “with all due respect, never take a man’s hand and say such words, for they are insulting in the extreme. They imply that I am attenuated, adulterated, past it… and no man of mere 64 can ever allow that. It’s in our contract with Nature. I want you to know I am capable of every caper, every seduction, of climbing walls to assignations and pouncing in the approved manner… and my bedside manner is honed, refined, the practiced expertise of a lifetime.”

Her eyes grew large as saucers, whilst I, the bit well and truly between my teeth, rushed on… giving her a front-row seat to a once-in-a-lifetime declamation… something they didn’t teach her in med school, and more’s the pity. I was doing a Good Deed, and glad to do it, and the mere fact she had to help me button my cuff in no way diminished the effect.

I walked home proud… radiant… a living icon within a corona of pure energy.

To see such a man, at such a time, and many did, is a thrill to all, pure magic.

And when I started singing, with gusto mind, “The old gray mare”… I tell you people cheered, as well they might. For whatever be the state of other Baby Boomers, I, sir, am verifiably in my prime and shall remain so.

About the Author

Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., providing a wide range of online services for small and-home based businesses. Services include home business training, affiliate marketing training, earn-at-home programs, traffic tools, advertising, webcasting, hosting, design, WordPress Blogs and more. Find out why Worldprofit is considered the # 1 online Home Business Training program by getting a free Associate Membership today. Details at worldprofit.com

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Review: Home Business Bootcamp with George Kosch Jan 6, 2011

Posted on January 6, 2012 by admin

We’re off into 2012 for another entire year of online training on how to make money online! Worldprofit’s first Home Business training session of 2012 was presented today by George Kosch and ran for over 90 minutes.

Learning Topics included:

-Suggestions for brand new Members on how to get started, what to do and where to access.
-List Building Basics
-Marketing in General
-Safelist Marketing
-Bootcamp Training lessons
-The secret to making money online
-The 1 thing you need to do every day to be successful
-What the Top Sellers are doing to make sales
-Affiliate Marketing Basics
-Safelist Exchange
-The fatal Mistakes newbies make
-Ad Tracker – your most VALUABLE tool – use it!

After the recording was completed a lively discussion followed about what NOT to do and what TO DO to get the best results!

Reminder: George reminded everyone that the new Safelist Exchange service will be going up in price Jan 15, 2012. For more details on this product, in your member area, left menu select SOLO EMAIL BLASTER and then select Stand-Alone Safelist. Note: Sales of this service are strictly limited for quality control.

Comments from a few participants

Liz: Thank You George awesome as usual

Uli : Thanks George

Althea: Thanks for the valuable information George.

David: Thank you George!

Barbara: Thank you George and Happy New Year!!!

Recording: Today’s training will be posted later today to the Member area, on the TOP Menu select TRAINING. If you have any difficulty viewing the video, you can also view on YouTube.com

Thank you to all who attended and participated in today’s training session. We appreciate your input and attendance. Give yourself a pat on the bat for taking the first steps to making money online – but don’t stop there apply consistently what George teaches. Any questions just submit a Support form, we are here to help you 7 days a week, 365 days a year.

NEXT LIVE HOME BUSINESS BOOTCAMP is: Friday Jan 13th, 2012 at 10 AM CT.

To learn how Worldprofit can help you build your successful online busines and make money online, get a free Associate membership. Details at worldprofit.com

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