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What he was doing, what she was doing, new details from the Kennedy White House, revelation, titillation, wonder, disgust.

admin — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 14:38:26 +0000

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

Author’s program note. Just when you think the story cannot possibly get any more shocking…. it does. And this time, it shows President John Fitzgerald Kennedy exercising his undoubted droit de seigneur, using his over used marital bed to deflower a clueless 19 year old virgin, sexual plaything, to be used for and at the President’s bidding.

For this smutty story, I have selected Cole Porter’s 1938 tune “My heart belongs to daddy.” Find it now in any search engine… and listen to its insinuating tune and lyrics. I prefer the version by Valaida Snow.

The Facts.

In 1962 a wide-eyed ingenue named Mimi Alford got a plum position as intern in the Kennedy White House. She was young, dazzled, a virgin who had never been kissed, a top drawer social registry type… not bad looking either, although that wasn’t her most important feature. No, that would have been her instant availability… and complete discretion and unquestioning acceptance… whatever happened.

Mimi’s job description as intern probably read like that of every other Washington intern in history: go-fer, errand girl, always available, ready to do whatever, go wherever, to smile, and above all to obey without question.

Come swim with the President.

As such when she was, on only her fourth day, summoned to swim with the Leader of the Free World, she didn’t say why me. She said, when shall I be there? And from such unquestioning acquiescence everything else emanated. She was unquestioning, too, when premier go-fer and ultimate loyalist Dave Powers plied her with drinks. Down the hatch, whatever you say, sir. Then, in her alcoholic haze… the President of the Great Republic… a man on a (very fast) mission.

According to Alford’s just published memoir “Once Upon A Secret”, it was a forced encounter of the “wham bang, thank you ma’am” variety. The President maneuvered her to his marital bed, shoved her down, and without kiss, cuddle, or hardly a single word had his way with her…

And as he did, he put his presidency, his reputation, his entire life in the hands of a young lady (for she was that) who, thereby, became (in this way) the most powerful person on earth…

… but never knew it, never exploited it, never told anyone (especially not her parents) what had happened… waiting a half century before (at age 68) spilling the beans.

And maybe that is the real story… that Mimi Alford thought nothing out of line, even now, at what JFK did to her… unceremoniously, without any tenderness whatsoever, stripped her of her virginity… the word “rape” hanging in the air, a victim used, used whenever the Lord of Camelot deigned to think of her and demand instant relief.

This sordid situation, he summoning, he demanding, she unquestioning, she accommodating — and all regarded as perfectly normal and acceptable — went on for 18 months, until Lee Harvey Oswald stopped it; until then Dave Powers was charged by the President with arranging assignations however, wherever JFK wanted them… and he wanted them often, and always in ways that reduced sweet Mimi Alford to raw meat and nothing more.

And then it got worse, if that is possible. According to Alford, the President not only insisted on oral sex for himself… he commanded that Mimi so service Powers whilst he watched and savored… to their mutual embarrassment and shame. And so Camelot grew fetid and in need of strong lye soap.

And no one, absolutely no one thought this unusual or exceptional in any way whatsoever.

And so the Lord of Camelot had agent Powers deliver the girl upon request, just like Louis XV of France at the Parc aux Cerfs. “What does your majesty value most in a woman,” he was once asked, “Availability” was the trenchant reply… and no doubt JFK concurred.

And what of the little woman?

What was Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy doing as her errant lord rutted? For she knew, must have known, of this and the many other flagrant indiscretions.

She took refuge in what so many wronged ladies had done before: she passed her time as best she could and with what satisfaction she might… remodeling the White House, returning it to its pristine elegance and refinement. And so the piquant image takes shape…

Jackie Kennedy, chic, mistress of garment, coiffeur, jewel and hauteur, put her talents as interior designer to work, creating the necessary backdrop for the royal image she insisted she would have… whilst her husband, randy, careless, took every risk for a wisp of pleasure, thumbing his nose at every convention, selfish, hurtful to wife, confident that everything he did, whenever he did it, to whomever he did it to would be confidential, privileged, covered up, forgiven, forgotten.

So was Camelot born, a Camelot far from the one we knew… but believe in no longer.

So what then are we to deduce from this latest sordidness?

First, that JFK was expert in selecting just the people he needed to live the life he wanted. For, as this tale proves, he selected the perfect wife from whom he could expect complete and utter loyalty, whatever he did to affront their marriage; whatever he did to abase and humiliate her. She not only stood beside him, she accepted all his blatant behavior, whatever he did…

And he was able, such was his charm and charisma, to get men like Powers to do his bidding, even when it disgusted and diminished them.

And, of course, Kennedy, too, knew how to pick just the right women, the malleable women, the women star-struck by their practiced seducer, willing to do his bidding, grateful for even the smallest crumb from his table; accepting of the little they got, never asking for more.

And so their hearts, all their hearts, their loyalties and sworn faiths belonged to Daddy “Cause my daddy, he treats it so well.”

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

What he was doing, what she was doing, new details from the Kennedy White House, revelation, titillation, wonder, disgust.

admin — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 14:38:23 +0000

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

The Facts.

Come swim with the President.

And as he did, he put his presidency, his reputation, his entire life in the hands of a young lady (for she was that) who, thereby, became (in this way) the most powerful person on earth…

… but never knew it, never exploited it, never told anyone (especially not her parents) what had happened… waiting a half century before (at age 68) spilling the beans.

And no one, absolutely no one thought this unusual or exceptional in any way whatsoever.

And what of the little woman?

What was Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy doing as her errant lord rutted? For she knew, must have known, of this and the many other flagrant indiscretions.

So was Camelot born, a Camelot far from the one we knew… but believe in no longer.

So what then are we to deduce from this latest sordidness?

And he was able, such was his charm and charisma, to get men like Powers to do his bidding, even when it disgusted and diminished them.

And so their hearts, all their hearts, their loyalties and sworn faiths belonged to Daddy “Cause my daddy, he treats it so well.”

About the Author

The weakest link. PFC Bradley Manning, his court-martial, the biggest leak of classified information in US history. Was anyone paying attention?

admin — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 01:39:34 +0000

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

I have been thinking a lot lately about Eddie Slovik. He was a private in the US Army during World War II and had the unsavory distinction to be the only soldier of the Great Republic to be court-martialled and executed for desertion since the American Civil War.

Eddie Slovik was the kind of guy it was very easy to ignore, unless you were one of the householders in the Detroit, Michigan area; then, you needed to be alert, because he was probably burgling your house or stealing your car. He was a man whose life was going nowhere until he met and in November 1942 married a good woman he adored named Antoinette Wisniewski. Shortly thereafter he was drafted for service but his criminal record made him classified as unfit for duty in the US military… later, as the nation pushed for victory and needed every man, he was re-classified as fit for duty… and sent to France, where he discovered fear, desertion, execration, execution — by no means the only man who deserted… but the only man who paid the supreme price for doing so.

But consider this, Eddie Slovik never killed a man, never hurt a man, never took the necessary secrets of the Great Republic and gave them to our sworn enemies. No, Eddie Slovik never did any of these things… yet he was executed, his American born and bred body riddled with American bullets, his blood dappling the snows of newly liberated France where the crucial question resonates to this day and beyond: did we overcharge Pfc Eddie Slovik for a sin that was venial, not cardinal, an incident that hurt him, but no one else?

Another PFC, a different kind of war.

Now meet another Private First Class — Bradley Manning, young like Slovik, just 24 years old. A native of main street Crescent, Oklahoma…slight, fey, a malevolent Peter Pan who came to work day after day, wearing the insignia of the Great Republic, wearing her proud uniform, whose sworn duty was preserving, maintaining, defending, advancing America’s interests… and yet every hour of every day engaged in systematic betrayal, disloyalty, treason … the man who allegedly alone accessed over 700,000 sensitive, classified, ultra-private documents… which he then released to foes who wish us ill in all climes and places.

And yet these foes did not seek out PFC Manning. PFC Manning contacted them on his own volition… And so we come to know him…

sworn to defend the nation and all his fellow citizens, selected treason as his code; reckoning that the betrayal of his nation was more important than defending his nation.

educated himself in treason. He was his own tutor of hate, disdain, and disloyalty to America.

having discovered the means of accessing sensitive data he had no right to peruse, much less disburse, gathered these data in epochal proportions. He didn’t want just to hurt America… he wanted to humiliate her, harming as many of his fellow citizens as he could.

took hundreds of thousands of these sensitive documents, as many as 700,000 of these documents, and offered them to WikiLeaks, an organization which breaks every law to release every sensitive document it can; disclosure always trumping in their self-sanctified minds all sense, sensitivity, confidentiality, privacy; all things we value and rely upon.

released documents which had severe implications for our emissaries, agents, representatives and all their families. The very lives of America’s people at home and abroad were jeopardized — are jeopardized now — because of one man’s adamant, unyielding belief that America needed chastisement…. and that that chastisement was suitable and particular work and high mission for PFC Manning, self-appointed to do what the nation would regard as heinous, inexplicable, despicable.

And so PFC Manning became a man of infamy doing a thing of disgust.

Meet Bradley Manning, a man with a dark mission.

Bradley E. Manning was born innocent on December 17, 1987. He was born an American, son of a Navy man… every prize of the Great Republic his to win. What then caused his troubled journey? Did it start with his diminutive stature, just 5 feet 2 inches, 105 pounds? Was it his adamant disavowal of God and religion? Was it a father’s disdain of his effeminate son’s homosexual preferences, the source of argument, fights, an unloving home for a son who deserved more than disdain, threats, physical violence instead of understanding and a loving home?

If there was treason in this boy then, the boy who loved the saxophone, science, and computer games and was firm in his often controversial opinions but could make his case without rancor and with all civility; if there was treason here, it was seen by none of the Sooners who were his classmates, friends, and neighbors, the people who see nothing at the time but talk of strange eyes and odd habits years later. Besides, no one wants to think that the quiet, unobtrusive loner at the back of the classroom is a traitor and menace to the Great Republic.

Yet America took a body blow from this forgettable, average, hardly observed young man, voluminous in his discoveries, unrelenting in his high crimes and misdemeanors.

Arrested in Iraq, May, 2010.

In October, 2009 Manning was assigned to a unit of the 10th Mountain Division, based near Baghdad. There he had regular access to the Secret Internet Protocol Router Network (SIPRNet). It was used by the United States government to transmit classified information. He was arrested for hubris, namely by bragging to computer hacker Adrian Lamo about what he was doing. Lamo reported to the FBI that Manning had told him during online chats what he had done, what he was doing, and who got the data he downloaded to his personal computer. Amongst these data there were 250,000 diplomatic cables of first-rate significance, footage of a July 2007 Baghdad airstrike and footage of a May 2009 Granai airstrike in Afghanistan.

The FBI acted promptly and so Bradley Manning’s need to be perceived as the big guy, the important guy, the coolest of spooks, brought him down, his pride his undoing, in the proper manner of every Greek play… for if one thing is clear in this sordid matter, it is this: that Bradley Manning, product of divorced parents, one-time resident of his pick-up truck, the victim of sexual obloquy, an employee who found the computer job he loved, only to be let go after four months… if one thing is clear, it’s that Manning is just like all of us… a man buffeted by hard times and out-of-control circumstances… a man without self-respect who needed to brag and was brought down by his own foolishness and indiscretion; a man who in this gnawing vortex lost his way… a victim, to be sure, but a victim with the means to hurt us all. And so we say, “There but for the grace of God…”

But PFC Manning, despite every painful incident of his short life, despite his undeniable pains, despite every bad thing that happened to him was still a Child of God, still had the benefit of God’s boundless grace. He just didn’t get that point, and even now as he faces the majestic wrath and stern protocols of military justice he probably still doesn’t grasp this essential matter… And yet, even in extremis the perpetrator of this great evil, even now God’s grace abides for Bradley Manning, arch traitor, all unknowing about God, His Ways, and the Great Republic, God’s great enterprise.

Amazing Grace.

Your court-martial is near at hand. Tell all, Bradley Manning, reserve nothing and throw yourself upon the merciful people of this forgiving nation… the people who are horrified by what you have done and all the terrible things which could yet come from your terrible indiscretions… people who still have mercy for you and concern, although you gave none of these to us. Because of that mercy you will not receive a bullet in the heart, like Eddie Slovik, though life incarceration is possible. But even there you will still have life, for the prosecutor will not ask for your extinction.

And, thus, where there is life, there abides hope and God’s eternal grace, even for a wretch like you…

Author’s program note. Go now to any search engine; find your favorite rendition of “Amazing Grace.” We all know the tune; this time listen to the words… and ponder them.

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The weakest link. PFC Bradley Manning, his court-martial, the biggest leak of classified information in US history. Was anyone paying attention?

admin — Sat, 11 Feb 2012 01:39:19 +0000

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

Another PFC, a different kind of war.

And yet these foes did not seek out PFC Manning. PFC Manning contacted them on his own volition… And so we come to know him…

sworn to defend the nation and all his fellow citizens, selected treason as his code; reckoning that the betrayal of his nation was more important than defending his nation.

educated himself in treason. He was his own tutor of hate, disdain, and disloyalty to America.

And so PFC Manning became a man of infamy doing a thing of disgust.

Meet Bradley Manning, a man with a dark mission.

Yet America took a body blow from this forgettable, average, hardly observed young man, voluminous in his discoveries, unrelenting in his high crimes and misdemeanors.

Arrested in Iraq, May, 2010.

Amazing Grace.

And, thus, where there is life, there abides hope and God’s eternal grace, even for a wretch like you…

Author’s program note. Go now to any search engine; find your favorite rendition of “Amazing Grace.” We all know the tune; this time listen to the words… and ponder them.

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Review: Worldprofit’s Home Business Bootcamp with George Kosch Feb 10th, 2012.

admin — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 17:38:12 +0000

George Kosch started the training session with a basic review of fundamentals of Worldprofit’s Earn at Home System.

George’s Training Rant (Oh boy, it’s a doozie, brutally honest but necessary.)

The Buy, Automate, Delegate Phenomena. After nearly twenty years in business, we see this happening over and over again among people new to building an online business.

It’s the trap that many newbies fall into, the trap of being a buyer. This is the person who is trying to buy their way to success, buying countless automated software to delegate “the work” of building an online business. They are the ones who buy the Automated Twitter tool , and the Automated Traffic Tools, and the endless line of free products that promise to eliminate all the work for you! Too many people find out too late that automation can lead to all kinds of problems, and empty your wallets faster than the blink of an eye.

If you want to make money online you MUST do the work, and that means promotion. Yes, some types of automation can be helpful but do not rely exclusively on these thinking that they are the way to riches. Any profession, dog groomer, hair stylist, truck driver, dentist, or athlete requires time, and hard work.. Why do people think that building an online business should be easy or should be instant success? It doesn’t matter what business you are involved with you need to do the work, invest the time and effort to create your success. If you think there is no work involved you are 100% incorrect. Set your mind with the attitude that you have to put in the time to learn, you have to DO what you are taught then you have to wait for results while continuing to put in consistent effort.

For NEW Members you need to understand that Worldprofit’s bootcamp includes step-by-step lesson to get on track. These lessons are critical to your understanding of how to build an online business and to benefit from the tools and resources included in our Membership. If you have NOT watched the Beginners’s BOOTCAMP VIDEO posted in the Member area, go watch it. If you don’t watch this video you will not understand the basics then you will get frustrated and you will quit. We’ve seen this time and time again. Those who watch the training, do what we teach go on to make sales. If you are not willing to commit to this program then you will not see success, it’s that simple.

Members are encouraged to submit a Support form if you require additional assistance. Please do not ask the Monitors for help, that is not their role. Our Support team is here 7 days a week to help you so just submit a Support form clearly detailing your request and we are happy to help you.

George then moved into the advanced portion of the training.

Topics:

WordPress Blogs – benefits
Clever list building secret – you will want to turn up your speakers to make sure you hear this!
Consistent Marketing why you must do this.
Article Marketing Safelists
Traffic Exchanges
Safe Swaps
AWebber
ClickBank 95% Rule (Spend 95% of your time on active MARKETING (landing pages); 5% on passive activities such as blogging, article marketing etc)
Trust and Reputation

Throughout today’s training George took and answered questions from Members.

Today’s Demonstration of EXACTLY what George did to generate over $1,000 in sales in one week. Demonstration of how sales were made since last Bootcamp ( you WILL want to watch this again on the recorded version of today’s training).

What’s New:

1) Worldprofit Dealer Forum added within the Dealer Lounge. Accessible on left menu within Member area.
Also
2) Two NEW PLR Products added, you can find these off the left menu under top menu under PLR STORE. Free for personal use for all Worldprofit Silver and Platinum Members. Platinum VIP Members you can also sell these to earn 100% commission.
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3) For Monitors doing 3 hour shifts, we will be adding in some program enhancements to better automate your coverage – thank you for your patience as this will take some time to implement.
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4) We are still working on implementing Monitor Sales Report – again thank you for your patience.

What’s coming:

Integration of “AWebber” and “Get Response” into the Landing Pages provided to members. Reason: To help you build your lists with optin subscribers.

Bouquets!

THANK YOU you to our incredible Monitors who are going above and beyond! You’ve been filling in gaps in the schedule, closing sale after sale and helping to get new Members started. You are learning how to build your own online business while helping others in our community to build their business. 3 cheers to our elite Monitors for your, dedication and your loyalty! You get the opportunity to learn from master marketer Dr. Jeffrey Lant, as well as other Senior Monitors who’s experience is so valuable to you. You will learn things that will benefit you personally and professionally in ANY business you are involved.

THANK YOU to everyone who showed up for the training today and participated in the discussion and training topics. You motivate us to do what you do with your comments and experiences and as a community we ALL benefit by sharing and helping. You the eager ones, the ones we are confident that we will see on the Top Sellers lists ! You’ve come to the training now be sure to go out and APPLY the skills we have demonstrated and discussed in the training. The first and vital step is to attend the training, the next step is to DO the work, today, tomorrow and every day .

BIRTHDAY WISHES! Dr. Lant’s 65th birthday is Feb 16th. Be sure to send him a Happy Birthday wish.

What Members had to say during today’s Home Business Bootcamp Training.

David: Love it!!!!!!
Lael: great
Kathy: Yay!!!
Arvell: that would be really cool, George! add that to all the Worldprofit Landing pages. good idea
James: I believe being a monitor and spending time with Dr. Lant under his mentorship will transforms anyones experience in Worldprofit and takes you to a higher level.
Liz: That is so true James I thank Dr Lant for his wonderful training
Tania: fantastic George
Erin: Your training is great, George. This stuff is so over-whelming at times. But I’m learning..

RECORDING: If you missed the entire LIVE session today, or want to watch it again, the recorded version will be posted later today.

SCHEDULE CHANGE: There will be NO LIVE Home businesss Bootcamp Training on Friday Feb 17th.

Worldprofit: The online home business experts. Free Associate membership at Details at worldprofit.com

Indiana governor Mitch Daniels February 1, 2012 signs first right-to-work law in over 10 years… the key is that it’s for a crucial state in the ‘rust belt’.

admin — Fri, 10 Feb 2012 15:00:56 +0000

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

Author’s program note. When I was a little whippersnapper 60 years ago and more, my young father used to take me on his knee, his only very occasionally used guitar in hand and sing me a song that I hadn’t thought of in all these years. It’s the kind of childhood memory that comes at you when you’re least expecting, bittersweet, tugging at your heart. Now I just cannot get it out of my mind…

The song is the “Wabash Cannonball” originally written in 1882 as “The Great Rock Island Route”, a happy-go-lucky number credited to one J.A. Roff. In 1904 William Kindt rewrote the lyrics, changing the name of the train to the “Wabash Cannonball”.

It’s a pip of a tune with a chorus that makes you glad to be alive…

“Now listen to the jingle, and the rumble, and the roar, As she dashes thro’ the woodland, and speeds along the shore, See the mighty rushing engine, hear her merry bell ring out, As they speed along in safety, on the ‘Wabash Cannonball’.”

… named after the great American main street town of….. Wabash, Indiana, its claim to fame the fact that in 1880 it became the first electrically lighted city on Earth. It is the center of the center state of America, the state that has just tossed a stink bomb into the politics of the Great Republic with its brand-new right-to-work law.

Get into the spirit of this article by going to any search engine, finding one of the many excellent versions; (I prefer the one by Johnny Cash)…. then let ‘er rip…. because you’re riding the rails through the great American heartland, once so prosperous, the pride of the nation, now blighted in so many disheartening ways.

Born in 1947.

In the year of our Lord 1947, at least two significant things occurred: I was born… and the Congress of the Great Republic resoundingly overrode the adamant veto of President Harry S. Truman on a matter of resolute importance to unions. The result was the Taft-Hartley Act, a haymaker by the Republican Party that punched a gaping hole in the closed union shop, thereby providing the U.S. labor movement with an abiding grievance and red-meat for a million stump speeches and union halls. Here’s what Taft-Hartley did to the prevailing National Labor Relations Act.

NLRA dictated that all employees at unionized workplaces must be members of the union as a condition of employment. It turned employee coercion into union power… and as such became a critical component of what transformed the disorganized, scattered Democratic Party into the majority party that ruled the Great Republic under Franklin D. Roosevelt and Harry Truman for 20 years, with still major influence today.

The politics of the matter went like this: To wed the millions of laboring people to his governing coalition, Roosevelt cut a series of deals with union leaders, including giving them the right of introducing the closed shop, wherein every worker — whatever their personal views and politics — was forced to join the union… and finance it with their dues.

This gave the unions raw political power and Democrats a leg-up for local, state, and federal elections where this muscle delivered victory after victory. But it also created an outraged, seething menace from people who didn’t like Roosevelt (and despised Truman)… patriots who vociferously demanded to know how such coercion, the stuff of Red revolution and godless Communism, could possibly be justified in the Land of Washington, Jefferson and Lincoln.

One side said that employee coercion, fueling union power, brought good jobs and the realization of the American dream… the other demanded liberty and unfettered freedom of choice. Both arguments had valid points… which made the resulting battle bloody, bitter, protracted and internecine, a bona fide civil war… which Indiana has now re-opened, to the outrage of the unions…

The matter was further complicated because of the unconcealed contempt the leaders of each side felt for their opponents, dictated by the unyielding, abiding, fathomless scorn and disdain of Senator Robert Taft (R-Ohio) (1889-1953) for President Truman. “To err is Truman,” Mrs. Taft said… The words Senator Taft used are unprintable. No quarter asked for, no quarter given by anyone, war to the death.

Taft-Hartley became the crucial weapon in that war.

Taft-Hartley outlawed the closed shop. The union shop rule, which required all new employees to join the union after a minimum period of time, is also illegal. As such, it is illegal for any employer to force an employee to join a union.

Section 14(b) of the Taft-Hartley Act goes further and authorizes individual states (but not local governments such as cities and counties) to outlaw union (as well as so-called agency) shops. Under the open shop rule, an employee cannot be compelled to join or pay the equivalent of dues to a union, nor can the employee be fired if he joins the union. In other words, the employee has the right to work, regardless of whether or not he is a member or financial contributor to such a union.

22 states ban “forced unionism”… 27 states and the District of Columbia do not.

Proponents of right-to-work laws, based on freedom of association, went to work with a will signing up one state after another. The states they persuaded reads like the playbook of the Republican Party, including Alabama, Arizona, Arkansas, Florida, Georgia, Idaho, Iowa, Kansas, Louisiana, Mississippi, Nebraska, Nevada, North Carolina, North Dakota, Oklahoma, South Carolina, South Dakota, Tennessee, Texas, Utah, Virginia, and Wyoming. There the great roll call of right-to-work states stopped, until now… with the adhesion of Indiana.

Why did Indiana act now… and why does it matter?

The signature tune of the people they call Hoosiers is “Back Home Again In Indiana” (1917) … and there’s nothing more domestic, more American, more representative of the Great Republic, than these sane, decent, responsible folk. They are the very salt of the Earth, the bedrock of who we are and what we believe in. And these folks in recent years have watched as the land — and lifestyle they love — diminish, as one job after another ends, so many shipped overseas, all gone forever. And as the jobs left, their outrage and despair waxed.

To sustain the people, to maintain the land, there must be jobs… and so the people demanded jobs… seeing the bloated unions no longer as job providers but as menaces to their revival and reconstruction. Their representatives (in the persons of the majority Republican Party in the legislature) heard this plea… and essentially said by their actions that Indiana, to compete again and prosper again, must be prepared to face economic facts, no matter how unpleasant. Thus, unions must give back, divest, rethink… instead of merely waving placards, opposing this, blocking that, fulminating, never solving. For the issue here is and always will be the welfare of the people, not merely the welfare of the unions.

Thus the unions face the growing disbelief in towns like Wabash that they are not up to the job at hand, the job of making Indiana, a key industrial state, livable again. And so as the unions argue against their fate in Indiana, the “Wabash Cannonball” surges anew… to Ohio, Michigan, Illinois… an engine of change for a nation that needs it, the ghost of Senator Robert Taft riding in triumph.

“Oh, the Eastern states are dandy, so the Western people say Chicago, Rock Island, St. Louis by the way To the lakes of Minnesota where the rippling waters fall No changes to be taken on the Wabash Cannonball.” All aboard…

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It’s time to recognize those who have failed. It may be the very best way to get them to succeed. An audacious idea.

admin — Mon, 06 Feb 2012 15:14:16 +0000

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

Author’s program note. In 1962 one of the grandest American musicals hit the cinemas of the Great Republic. It was Meredith Wilson’s “The Music Man”… and we got up and marched as we heard its effervescent score. No high fallutin’ Eye-talian music you had to scratch your head about, understanding hardly a word.

No, this was Iowa music, Kansas music, music every last citizen of Tennessee and Oklahoma could understand, every last word. As for the star, insinuating Robert Preston; we all knew someone like him… scamp, con man, plausible trickster redeemed by the love of a good woman.

Oh, yes, “The Music Man” was something we could get our teeth into… which is why, a mere lad, I was set the onerous task of mastering its “76 Trombones” on the piano; for the next school recital. Anyone but a doting mother and her unctuous piano teacher, who had wife and children (and, I always thought, a bit of a drinking problem) to support would have looked at me on that concrete piano bench (or so it seemed) and blurted out the first words that came to mind: “He stinks!” But those words were not heard until…

… the day of the school recital.

Kids good got up and did their bit… that didn’t take so long, since there weren’t so many of them… and it was obvious which ones had worked hard and deserved the top prizes.

Then kids, carefully turned out in best bib and tucker, got up and did their mediocre bit. A large chunk of my classmates found themselves in this category; having done some work, but not enough to reap the blue ribbons that said “First Prize”. They got the red ribbons… just good enough to assuage anxious parents.

Finally, there were the kids who had to be pushed — umbrella ferule in the small of their back — to get up and recite… or dance… or play an uncooperative instrument. And I — and my ragged rendition of “76 Trombones” — was in this group… stinkers all. But awarded notwithstanding an Honorable Mention and a few seconds of rousing, possibly even sincere applause, lead by mothers who would never admit — much less on school recital day — their little Hannah, Billie and Mike were anything other than paragons; “most likely to succeed” tattooed on their foreheads.

Privately, however, even some of the mothers gave vent to the truth; being Midwestern they just couldn’t help themselves…. “They stink!” I heard them say… and then “Jeffrey stinks!”

And so truth came to River City. Truth, embarrassment, red-faced humiliation… which could not be assuaged by any white ribbon that said Honorable Mention. It all poured out now; how I was horrid… tone deaf… rhythm challenged… note oblivious… absolutely hopeless…. hot words that caused my little brother (who had a lifetime of Jeffrey plaudits to work through) to dance with glee… “Ol’ Jeffrey stinks.” On this day of days he just couldn’t say it enough and knew a profound happiness long deferred. He talks about it to this very day.

I was 15, I was humiliated, I was determined this would not be the end of the story… …. and that’s why I won the next recital prize fair and square… because I was resolved, and fiercely too, that “Jeffrey stinks” would not be the last word on this subject…

… In other words, from abashment and humiliation came triumph and reward. So it worked for me on the grave matter of the school piano recital and so it is about to work for you in your business. For I am about to urge that all your business failures, slothful habits, egregious errors, failure to achieve significant results; that all of these, things which have placed you well and truly amongst the stinkers… be brought out… and publicized to the world; thereby ensuring that your humiliation be thorough and detailed…

Why?

So that you will do everything needful, yes move heaven and earth, to ensure you are never, ever in that shocking place again, your dunce cap retired, your name no more ridiculed but revered, honored and extolled, which is the only way it should be.

Consider how you did “business” yesterday, the day before, the day before that…

Have you done the necessary to profit? Did you get up early to handle all aspects of your prospect-generating machine? Did you generate prospects? Follow up (and especially telephone) prospects? Did you make offers, improve offers, and improve these offers again until you had a deal and the money that accompanies it? If so, you made money… and have every right to be happy with yourself… for you are a true and faithful business impresario and you deserve every penny and every compliment you got.

You did get that profit and those compliments, didn’t you? Well, didn’t you? If not, it’s time for an alternative approach to the business of helping you succeed in business. It’s time for the motivating Failure Awards, a kick in the pants like no other.

Imagine the following scenario. You wake up tomorrow, go to your website, and see emblazoned across it these words

“You have just been dishonored with the

BIG-TIME LOSER OF THE DAY PRIZE.

Trustees of the foundation have selected you because you didn’t do one darn thing yesterday, absolutely nothing, to make money, generate leads, work with leads, make offers, close deals and build your business.

Yep, you are on the bottom of the heap, no money in the till and none expected or possible, until you change the way you do ‘business’ so that you can profit from it.

Then you see a picture of yourself festooned with mulish ears… with a caption that says simply

LOSER OF THE DAY… (then the date).”

Your reaction?

How will you feel when you see this? I’ll tell you, you’ll fly into an unparalleled rage… condemning everyone… everyone, that is, except the one person whose lack of constructive endeavors got you there in the first place: that would be you!

Your lack of effort got you this (boobie) prize. It’s only your constructive efforts that can get you out.

But will you make them?

In my humble opinion you will do so faster, with more energy and determination if you publish the unpalatable truth, shining full, unyielding light on the success you didn’t get, letting the world see your inadequacies. You will hate this situation and rightly so, for being amongst such a passel of losers is humiliating indeed.

That’s why you should award yourself this egregious and sick-making award… and spend the rest of this day and every day doing what is necessary to expunge it and reap the substantial benefits which you’ll get when you do.

Now go to any search engine. Play “76 trombones” and get in the mood for success, joy, and many happy returns of the day, a day where failure is just a word in the dictionary.

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Spotlight on Mark Zuckerberg, hacker, Harvard drop-out, with a cute smile and a net worth already over 28 billion dollars. What’s not to like?

admin — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 16:41:51 +0000

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

Author’s program note. I doubt that the subject of today’s article is familiar with the celebrated English novelist E.M. Forster, but he ought to be. Foster’s famous aphorism “Only connect” is the basis for what is already one of the greatest fortunes in the history of the world. Only connect… and the world is your oyster, all the oysters and all the pearls within them, too.

For what is the secret to the vast Zuckerberg fortune but an understanding that people need people, crave connection with them, need togetherness and a place to hang out. And so today I have selected as the incidental music for this article, the song made famous by Barbra Streisand (1964), “People”, composed by Jule Styne; lyrics by Bob Merrill.

Go now to any search engine and listen to that soaring Streisand sound. Forster got it… Streisand got it… and now Zuckerberg has enabled everyone in the world to get it, for no one more than he, in the entire history of mankind, has connected more people than he has, as effortlessly as he has. And that is both good and not good… as we shall see.

Meet Mark Zuckerberg.

Whether you are familiar with Mark Zuckerberg depends to a considerable extent on your age and Internet savvy. The greater the one, the less the other, the more this soon to be iconic name will be unknown… and that, of course, means you’re the oldest of fogies… and must instantly make amends. I intend to make that very easy for you.

Zuckerberg was born on May 14, 1984 in a “Leave It to Beaver” town with the quintessential name of Dobbs Ferry, New York. His life consisted of the very best and most appealing of what suburban life in the Great Republic offers; his father a dentist, his mother (before the birth of her four children), a psychiatrist. His was a loving, close-knit family that valued the most important thing of all: education, and made sure Mark got the best.

He was a prodigy from his earliest days; spurred on by his parents, who supplied tutorial assistance for this gifted boy, who seemed to know from conception that computers were his destiny, as they were for the world. He was sent to one of the Great Republic’s most celebrated prep schools, Phillips Exeter Academy, where he captained the school’s fencing team. Then, like so many of his gifted classmates, he made the expected move to Harvard… There in his now famous dorm room, right across the street from where I am writing, he began the steps that would not only make him one of history’s wealthiest people… Croesus and Midas being pikers by comparison… but a social innovator of literally cosmic significance.

But all that is hindsight. At Harvard, Zuckerberg with his boyish grin that won’t quit, danced administrators a merry measure. Harvard is famous for dealing with exceptional students; they are there, after all, precisely because they are exceptional… and, as often, difficult… as they try the patience of lesser deans charged with riding genius with a deft hand… and a recognition that these students will in due course rule the Great Republic and many other nations, its businesses and nonprofit organizations of every kind, and one tech enterprise after another. Future success — and generous donations to Harvard — must never be forgotten… and never are.

Zuckerberg, hacking meister.

Harvard was, of course, familiar with young men of technical brilliance for whom The World’s Greatest University, though undoubtedly an honor, moved just too slow. Quick, can you say Bill Gates?

Zuckerberg was impatient with things others deemed appropriate and suitable for him; a common Harvard malady. He had a sense, growing clearer by the day, of what he wanted, and it wasn’t writing term papers on recherche’ subjects minutes before they were due.

No, he wanted a career on the Internet, something his young generation “got” which was (and to a considerable extent still is) terra incognita to its woefully clueless parents. Not to put too fine a point on it, he spent his time at Harvard inventing what every red- blooded boy wants: a simple, effortless, infallible way to pick up chicks (and their hunky male equivalents.) And there was the Internet, universal, revolutionary, exhilarating right before him…. How could this force be put to work assisting the massive energies of “the urge to merge,” the most powerful drive in the lives of everyone on this planet, especially adolescents pulsating with untrammeled desire…

Mark, a recognized “go-to” guy at Harvard for solving computer problems, first invented something scholastically useful: “CourseMatch” which gave students absolutely candid (and hence often abashing to instructors) reviews of all courses and professors. It was an instant, irreverent hit…

Then, he invented Facemash, which matched pictures of two students, asking teen-aged connoisseurs to deliver comments on the various merits (and demerits) of each. Needless to say, comments were often rude, crude, hurtful… and funny. Harvard stepped in and killed this enterprise as “inappropriate”. And chastised Zuckerberg, who, to get the personal information Facemash required, hacked into protected areas of Harvard’s sensitive and strictly private computer network. Its popularity was undoubted — 22,000 photo-views in its first four hours alone. But what was equally undoubted was Zuckerberg’s blatant disregard of privacy and misuse of other people’s data, issues which will always be part and parcel of his business life and fortune.

Facebook.

In February, 2004 Zuckerberg launched “Thefacebook” at www.thefacebook.com All hell broke loose amongst Zuckerberg’s classmates — Cameron Winklevoss, Tyler Winklevoss, and Divya Narendra — who complained he was using their ideas. They sued, got a settlement and for the rest of their lives — no matter how successful they may well be — will always be overshadowed by Zuckerberg, and no matter how many bucks they settled for… It Will Never Be Enough. Just as the hapless owner of the domain name facebook.com probably says, getting a mere $200,000 for a name that is now worth untold riches. But it is in the nature of entrepreneurs to see things others don’t and reap an avalanche of benefits as a result… and, why not? For after all they shouldered all the risks which are real enough and daunting.

Young, richer than rich, the apple of Wall Street’s eye.

Mark Zuckerberg is now not merely a role model to every young techie just out of rompers, but a titan amongst plutocrats, whom he can now buy and sell. He is said to be quiet, unassuming, polite, never flaunting his fabulous wealth. But his may be the technical equivalent of “The Portrait of Dorian Gray.” We shall just have to wait and see.

As for Zuckerberg, he should be reminded of the aphorism by Satchel Paige, “Don’t look back. Something may be gaining on you.” Because you can bet on it, Zuckerberg and the wealth of Facebook with over 800,000,000 members, one-third of all the Internet’s ad revenues, and a mailing list worth billions and billions more, is now the target…

With the Initial Public Offering for Facebook stock coming very soon, this month, Zuckerberg has other things on his mind, like what’s a young man, just 27 years old, to do with 28 billion dollars, give or take a buck? There aren’t enough things on our tired old planet to purchase… as he’ll soon find out.

But while he’s wondering how many zeroes there are in all those billions, he should never stop focusing on how to improve his corporate baby, for he must tend its cornucopia of information with strict regards for privacy, and he has a bad record here. He must root out the millions of underaged users (13 being the threshold) and urge them, with all due respect, to do more with their lives then develop oversized posteriors clicking computer keys.

He must urge all members to tell the truth (to be barred if they do not), for the “Veritas” (truth) he learned at Harvard is in lamentable short supply online, with Facebook members amongst the worst offenders…. Finally, he must work assiduously with all law enforcement personnel for Facebook is a haven for every human vice and malefactor on Earth. Use some of your mind-boggling fortune to preserve what is best about Facebook where happy serendipity is a constant occurrence and must remain so.

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I accuse you of doing everything you can to sabotage your online success…. and what you must do — at once — to change that and profit.

admin — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 14:39:12 +0000

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

Author’s program note. In 1894 Captain Alfred Dreyfus, artillery captain for the General Staff of France, was charged with treason and espionage… thereby inaugurating one of the most outrageous and ignoble events in the entire history of France.

It was a story of lies… but not by Dreyfus.

It was the story of evidence made up… evidence tampered with… evidence destroyed… but not by Dreyfus.

It was the story of grave injustice… deliberately done and with malice… but not by Dreyfus.

It was the story of a man attacked, mauled, censored, imprisoned, humiliated, villified because of his religion… but not by Dreyfus.

And above all it is the story of how one man with brilliant, slashing language changed the entire debate… securing at long last freedom, restitution and justice for Dreyfus.

This man was celebrated novelist Emile Zola who took just two words and transformed them into the most powerful weapon on earth… two words that galvanized a nation, securing the attention and support of the good people of France who, because of Zola, were outraged by the terrible and enduring blot on the honor of France… and who joined their voices to his in the service of truth.

J’accuse!

These are the words — I accuse — which by making the outrages clear — began the healing process that saved France from ignominy and redeemed her. Now I intend to use the great model created by Zola and to save you from business ignominy… to redeem you… and enable you to profit online… for you have been doing everything possible to fail… and little or nothing to succeed.

To help you on your way I have selected the soaring 1937 score Max Steiner wrote for the Best Picture of the Year; “The Life of Emile Zola” starring Paul Muni. Such grand music must enable success… so go to any search engine now and play it. We are ready to begin the transforming process that starts with “I accuse…” and ends with “I salute…”, wafted on our way by the grandeur of Steiner’s composition.

I accuse you of not understanding what business is… of understanding that business is now and always will be about two things and two things only: the generation of prospect leads… and following up with each and every one of these leads to make offers and close business.

I accuse you of engaging in endless trivia every day, focusing on anything and everything instead of generating prospects… and calling these prospects, to work with them and begin the development of the business relationships necessary to secure success.

I accuse you of trying to run a business solely by email… trying that is to motivate people to buy without doing the most important thing to profit: picking up the phone, calling prospects, engaging prospects, building relations with prospects.

I accuse you of sloth, laziness, of sitting around and waiting for success, instead of doing what is necessary — everything that’s necessary — to build the business you say you want… but for which there is absolutely no evidence that you have ever done on its behalf any meaningful thing at all.

I accuse you of the sin of inertia… of waiting, waiting, waiting, for, what?, a sign from Heaven, an email from God? I accuse you of not knowing what needs to be done, of not educating yourself so that you know how to do it, and not doing the least thing to secure your success.

I accuse you of spending more time gossiping on the phone with people who cannot make you richer (your best friend, your bowling buddies, the chick you met bar hopping last week) instead of using the phone to do what it does so well… connecting with the people who can buy from you, buy now, and make you money every single day.

I accuse you of trying to build your online business alone, all by yourself, when all the evidence says this is not possible, is absolutely impossible, because there is too much to do…too many things to master… and insufficient time to learn them, then do them. You need a team… and you need it at once.

I accuse you of the sin of talking about success far more than doing the necessary deeds and actions that ensure success. You have become, thereby, a specialist in the endless rhetoric and bombastic language of success, while achieving nothing. It is time, therefore, past time, to cease and censure the flatulent babble and get on with the doing.

I accuse you of not staying at your post every day until you have achieved the financial objective you have set for yourself for this day, focusing, persisting until you have achieved this goal… every penny of this goal.

I accuse you of coddling yourself, of a too prompt tendency to forgive your inadequacies, overlook the negatives, whitewash your poor performances, rationalize your failings, pooh pooh each and every peccadillo, extol too greatly minor triumphs instead of pushing on to make the insignificant significant.

The words used by Zola to end his famous declamation to French president Felix Faure, January 13, 1898:

“I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered too much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.”

I couldn’t say it better myself, so won’t try. Zola’s letter changed the world… my hope is that this changes yours.

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