by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
An event occurred just the other day which impacts each and every one of us on Spaceship Earth, but which hardly one of us knows anything about and mentions, if at all, quite casually. Yet so momentous is this occurrence, coming with clock like precision, that our very existences depend upon it; nothing could be less prosaic, nothing more significant.
It is the vernal equinox...
Hereabouts in old New England, the vernal equinox took place at 7:21 p.m., Eastern Daylight Time, March 20, 2011. The spring we have all been awaiting, the spring that delivers the relief from the oppression of cold and damp and short dull days, the spring that blows soft winds, as so many unexpected kisses -- and flowers, too -- that spring, right on the dot, arrived...
but we were heavy laden and may have been distracted when it came as our new reality.
Good citizens of this galaxy, give an ear now to this great event, which next occurs September 22, 2011 at 10:49 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time.
There is nothing that concerns you more than these great celestial movements, the unheard but momentous, unearthly music of the spheres, awesome, terrible, the very stuff of grandeur, eternal, too.
Put aside mundane concerns and remember, for an instant, who you are, a one-way passenger on the greatest of galleons, and wither it goes, you go.
What is an equinox anyway?
An equinox occurs twice a year, when the tilt of the Earth's axis is inclined neither away from nor towards the Sun, the center of the Sun being in the same plane as the Earth's equator. The term equinox can also be used in a broader sense, meaning the date when such a passage happens.
The name "equinox" is derived from the Latin "aequus" (equal) and "nox" (night) because around the equinox, the night and day have approximately equal length. Each are, then, about 12 hours long (with the actual time of equal day and night, in the Northern Hemisphere, occurring a few days before the vernal equinox.) The Sun crosses the celestial equator going northward; it rises exactly due east and sets exactly due west.
But of all this, we need remember only one thing: the vernal equinox, and the unending adjustments we make to the matter of human time, are all about light and the Sun at the center of our universe. Sol Invictus.
While the celestial movements, now this way, now that, are liable to confuse; we all know the crucial significance of our Sun; even the youngest amongst us looks up, involuntarily to admire, rejoice, and be glad of it. Our Sun, of an immensity and heat unimaginable, is brought nearer to us, and happily so, with the vernal equinox.
We are, all of us, Sun worshippers... for without it there would be nothing here for us, or of us either.
The vernal equinox brings that Sun closer.
Tinkerings with time.
Because of its unexcelled desirability, we humans have long been beguiled with the notion of how to get more of the Sun we crave. All ancient peoples, particularly the Greeks and Persians, the sophisticates of antiquity, gave serious attention to the matter. Sadly, much of their findings are lost; what remains from the works of Greek astronomer and mathematician Hipparchus (ca. 190- ca.120 BC) and Aristarchus of Samos (around 280 BC) is suggestive of their expertise and insights. But we cannot tell more.
However, we do know about Benjamin Franklin, jack of all trades, master of all.
Franklin, with his unstoppable curiosity, wanted what only God could deliver: more time. It is easy to see why he desired it so: he, long before Edna St. Vincent Millay, burnt the candle at both ends, and not in purely scientific endeavors, either. At the Court of the Bourbons of France there were any number of elegantes who found Franklin, American minister, worthy of closer study. There was never enough time to gratify them all...
And so Franklin advanced the suggestion that became daylight savings. It was a quintessentially American proposal -- bold, audacious, practical, based on science, not theology. Sadly, it is still not clear that it actually works... and each American state, every single one, is by law entitled to adopt it, or not. For God and His equinox time is simple, majestic; humans muddle the matter, to general grumbling and consternation.
But not poets...
All poets worth their salt weigh in with a will on one of their signature topics: the advent of light, of Sun, of spring. So excited are they by this topic, that they are severely prone to skip over the residue of winter that comes in the first spring days of March, concentrating on the riotous, unrestrained days of April and May. This is wrong, and Henry Van Dyke (1852-1933) rightly noted in "Fisherman's Luck" (1899).
"The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is as great as a month."
Having said this, I confess I, too, want immediate egress from the grim, cold, muddy days of March spring. I am impatient, like Walt Whiteman:
"Give me the splendid silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling."
(1819-1892) From "Leaves of Grass" (1855; 1891-92.)
Patient through long, drear winters we can be but as we see relief near at hand, we can be patient no longer, for we know, we all know, what is coming and we cannot longer wait. Still liable to be tripped up by winter... we are adamant that the spring is coming.
"The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day When the sun is out and the wind is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, A cloud comes over the sunlit arch, A wind comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months back in the middle of March."
Robert Frost (1874-1963) "Two Tramps in Mud Time" (1936).
But I cannot better end than by urging you to find in any search engine your favorite recording of Aaron Copeland's "Appalachian Spring" (premiered 1944).... It will seize you, uplift you, refresh you... and perfectly position you, in reverence, as you walk into this springtime of your life, whatever your age or circumstances. We are all young again in springtime... such is the magic of the vernal equinox.
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. He is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Commission Crusher
Sunday, 27 March 2011
Saturday, 26 March 2011
Commission Crusher, Reviewed...
Lately there’s been a lot of talk about this new program that’s been coming in my email inbox and being wildly talked about online right now.
But you see, I got a sneak peak into what Commission Crusher is all about – and wanted to give you my review on it.
So… what is Commission Crusher exactly?
Commission Crusher is based on a simple marketing concept that anybody can duplicate online… and never have to compete against one another. This method allows anyone to find profitable affiliate campaigns online and swipe them for their profits.
The real beauty behind Commission Crusher is the software engine that drives the product… titled “Ad Assault”. This amazing piece of software will allow you with a flick of a switch find tons of hot websites in any market… any niche… and tell you everything you need to know to get tons of traffic from these websites.
Best of all… you don’t have to deal with Google, Yahoo, MSN or any of that crap. This method is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before online.
... and here’s the best part – Steve walks through every step of the process on video. And he’s got a great support team in place to help you with any questions you have.
Can you get any better than that?
So simply put – Commission Crusher works. It’s a fantastic product. If you’ve been looking for a way to make constant money online with something that’s not going to disappear tomorrow, this is it.
Grab a copy before they sell out. I highly recommend you get your hands on this software now!
Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Commission Crusher
But you see, I got a sneak peak into what Commission Crusher is all about – and wanted to give you my review on it.
So… what is Commission Crusher exactly?
Commission Crusher is based on a simple marketing concept that anybody can duplicate online… and never have to compete against one another. This method allows anyone to find profitable affiliate campaigns online and swipe them for their profits.
The real beauty behind Commission Crusher is the software engine that drives the product… titled “Ad Assault”. This amazing piece of software will allow you with a flick of a switch find tons of hot websites in any market… any niche… and tell you everything you need to know to get tons of traffic from these websites.
Best of all… you don’t have to deal with Google, Yahoo, MSN or any of that crap. This method is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before online.
... and here’s the best part – Steve walks through every step of the process on video. And he’s got a great support team in place to help you with any questions you have.
Can you get any better than that?
So simply put – Commission Crusher works. It’s a fantastic product. If you’ve been looking for a way to make constant money online with something that’s not going to disappear tomorrow, this is it.
Grab a copy before they sell out. I highly recommend you get your hands on this software now!
Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Commission Crusher
Thursday, 24 March 2011
Mastering the fine art of reading aloud... and why you must do so.
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Go into any office in the world and its busy denizens will be emailing, leaving telephone messages, text messaging, etc. Each and every time they use these admittedly convenient devices, their necessary human to human communications skills are melting away. Tools that are supposed to help us communicate exact a terrible price for convenience; that price is the whittling away of our language skills.
Go into any home in the world and the same perilous, reprehensible trend is immediately apparent. The members of most families rarely function as a united, cohesive unit. Instead, they spend their time text messaging, emailing, leaving telephone messages and, when not otherwise engaged, they sit before their home entertainment devices alone, very much in their own worlds, the occasional grunt and interjection all that passes for conversation and togetherness.
Now consider the classic film "I Remember Mama" (released 1948). Here family is not a thing. It is everything. Each evening this Norwegian immigrant family, now resident in San Francisco, sits together at the supper table once the dishes have been removed... and they read to each other.
They read the great classics, adventure stories, mysteries, romances, travel, history... and they are expected to read well and to make every attempt (depending on their ages) to read clearly and to be able to discuss what they are reading.
You will say, but that is only a film, only fiction. But I shall say to you, most every family then spent most of their evenings so, even if the books they read were the King James Version of the Bible, The Pilgrim's Progress by John Bunyan (1678), and a volume or two of "improving" stories and sermons; in English-speaking lands quite likely the works of William Shakespeare, too.
In those days when a family was a family, people read to each other. And they derived a plethora of benefits, immediate and long term, to wit, how to
* pronounce words properly
* discover the proper definitions of words and so increase vocabulary and language usage
* read for greatest personal understanding and the greater understanding of all auditors
* learn all the nuances of language from its greatest practitioners
* use language to make yourself completely clear and comprehensible, using the right word at the right time
* "read" your audience as you read to them
* make a presentation that influences people
* read at the right speed
* perfect daily language use
* talk to people, not at people.
Even merely perusing this list of benefits establishes just how far we have descended from the far more literate ages preceding our own. They spoke more clearly, read more clearly, and wrote more clearly than most people today, despite the trillions of dollars we spend on education generally and human communications skills particularly. Education, in this regard as others, has manifestly failed; as a result we have millions of people who have passed through the public (and private) educational systems (with graduation certificates to prove it) who are daily humiliated and shown to be completely inadequate at their own language.
If you are satisfied with this result, with producing children with less verbal dexterity and understanding than you and far, far less than their grandparents, then do nothing. Clearly you are part of the problem, not part of the solution.
Otherwise, resolve to save your children, with or without the help of our schools. Most of these will advance a million "reasons", or more, why reading aloud is impractical. The extent to which they do so is the extent to which they, too, are part of the problem, sabotaging the solution.
But let us begin, if only like the characters in "I Remember Mama" at the kitchen table... it will do just fine.
1) Start now. If you wish to save whatever communication and language skills remain, act at once to do so. Remember, they are at peril.
2) Read this article to your children before starting. It will help them understand the negligence of the schools, their own at risk position, and the need for as much of their cooperation as they can give.
3) Tape your sessions. No one can ever believe without such irrefutable proof that they read quite as badly as they do.
4) Keep sessions to 60-90 minutes. Even that, I admit, may seem unreachable, but what are goals for, after all, if not to challenge and set a clear objective representing improvement?
5) Select material which is interesting. Remember, you are competing against thousands of distractions which have been expertly developed by folks to steal your children's attention and keep it squarely where they wish. So, select something decidedly interesting.
6) Keep a check list of things which can be improved. Keep a note pad at the ready so you can recall good things needing praise... and bad things needing attention.
7) Ensure that all participating (and, remember, it needn't be just children) have the opportunity to read aloud each session. This is a hands-on event, and no one should be just "audience."
More tips
You must have procedures in place for maximizing results. Here are some suggestions:
1) When the reader doesn't know a particular word, do not give the definition yourself. Keep a dictionary at the ready and have the reader look up the word in question.
Idea: you can also ask the participants to write down what they think the definition is, then check the dictionary. Make this a game. No dictionary in your house? Get one at once.
2) Do the same where the reader trips over the pronunciation of a word. Here the dictionary is again invaluable.
3) Keep close attention to the speed at which the reader reads; odds are, it will be too fast. That must be eradicated. You'll find yourself saying "slow down" often, and quite right.
4) Make sure the reader doesn't sit stiffly but instead naturally. The pose the reader adopts will influence the entire atmosphere. Calm and amiable are good objectives.
5) Make sure the reader learns the art of looking up from time to time, thereby establishing and maintaining complete audience contact.
Conclusion
What is great about learning how to read aloud is that the benefits will resonate through your entire life. They are crucial, aiding you in your educational endeavors, employment, relationships, and more. Our schools have let your children down... don't compound their problems by failing to do what you can. From this very moment.
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. He is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Local Mobile Monopoly
Go into any office in the world and its busy denizens will be emailing, leaving telephone messages, text messaging, etc. Each and every time they use these admittedly convenient devices, their necessary human to human communications skills are melting away. Tools that are supposed to help us communicate exact a terrible price for convenience; that price is the whittling away of our language skills.
Go into any home in the world and the same perilous, reprehensible trend is immediately apparent. The members of most families rarely function as a united, cohesive unit. Instead, they spend their time text messaging, emailing, leaving telephone messages and, when not otherwise engaged, they sit before their home entertainment devices alone, very much in their own worlds, the occasional grunt and interjection all that passes for conversation and togetherness.
Now consider the classic film "I Remember Mama" (released 1948). Here family is not a thing. It is everything. Each evening this Norwegian immigrant family, now resident in San Francisco, sits together at the supper table once the dishes have been removed... and they read to each other.
They read the great classics, adventure stories, mysteries, romances, travel, history... and they are expected to read well and to make every attempt (depending on their ages) to read clearly and to be able to discuss what they are reading.
You will say, but that is only a film, only fiction. But I shall say to you, most every family then spent most of their evenings so, even if the books they read were the King James Version of the Bible, The Pilgrim's Progress by John Bunyan (1678), and a volume or two of "improving" stories and sermons; in English-speaking lands quite likely the works of William Shakespeare, too.
In those days when a family was a family, people read to each other. And they derived a plethora of benefits, immediate and long term, to wit, how to
* pronounce words properly
* discover the proper definitions of words and so increase vocabulary and language usage
* read for greatest personal understanding and the greater understanding of all auditors
* learn all the nuances of language from its greatest practitioners
* use language to make yourself completely clear and comprehensible, using the right word at the right time
* "read" your audience as you read to them
* make a presentation that influences people
* read at the right speed
* perfect daily language use
* talk to people, not at people.
Even merely perusing this list of benefits establishes just how far we have descended from the far more literate ages preceding our own. They spoke more clearly, read more clearly, and wrote more clearly than most people today, despite the trillions of dollars we spend on education generally and human communications skills particularly. Education, in this regard as others, has manifestly failed; as a result we have millions of people who have passed through the public (and private) educational systems (with graduation certificates to prove it) who are daily humiliated and shown to be completely inadequate at their own language.
If you are satisfied with this result, with producing children with less verbal dexterity and understanding than you and far, far less than their grandparents, then do nothing. Clearly you are part of the problem, not part of the solution.
Otherwise, resolve to save your children, with or without the help of our schools. Most of these will advance a million "reasons", or more, why reading aloud is impractical. The extent to which they do so is the extent to which they, too, are part of the problem, sabotaging the solution.
But let us begin, if only like the characters in "I Remember Mama" at the kitchen table... it will do just fine.
1) Start now. If you wish to save whatever communication and language skills remain, act at once to do so. Remember, they are at peril.
2) Read this article to your children before starting. It will help them understand the negligence of the schools, their own at risk position, and the need for as much of their cooperation as they can give.
3) Tape your sessions. No one can ever believe without such irrefutable proof that they read quite as badly as they do.
4) Keep sessions to 60-90 minutes. Even that, I admit, may seem unreachable, but what are goals for, after all, if not to challenge and set a clear objective representing improvement?
5) Select material which is interesting. Remember, you are competing against thousands of distractions which have been expertly developed by folks to steal your children's attention and keep it squarely where they wish. So, select something decidedly interesting.
6) Keep a check list of things which can be improved. Keep a note pad at the ready so you can recall good things needing praise... and bad things needing attention.
7) Ensure that all participating (and, remember, it needn't be just children) have the opportunity to read aloud each session. This is a hands-on event, and no one should be just "audience."
More tips
You must have procedures in place for maximizing results. Here are some suggestions:
1) When the reader doesn't know a particular word, do not give the definition yourself. Keep a dictionary at the ready and have the reader look up the word in question.
Idea: you can also ask the participants to write down what they think the definition is, then check the dictionary. Make this a game. No dictionary in your house? Get one at once.
2) Do the same where the reader trips over the pronunciation of a word. Here the dictionary is again invaluable.
3) Keep close attention to the speed at which the reader reads; odds are, it will be too fast. That must be eradicated. You'll find yourself saying "slow down" often, and quite right.
4) Make sure the reader doesn't sit stiffly but instead naturally. The pose the reader adopts will influence the entire atmosphere. Calm and amiable are good objectives.
5) Make sure the reader learns the art of looking up from time to time, thereby establishing and maintaining complete audience contact.
Conclusion
What is great about learning how to read aloud is that the benefits will resonate through your entire life. They are crucial, aiding you in your educational endeavors, employment, relationships, and more. Our schools have let your children down... don't compound their problems by failing to do what you can. From this very moment.
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. He is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Local Mobile Monopoly
Sunday, 20 March 2011
What we can and must learn from the Great Japanese Earthquake and Tsunami of 2011.
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
This week nature in all its brutal savagery punished us, hitting our brothers in Japan with an earthquake of unparalleled strength and a tsunami that was the very definition of awe.
Today the world is rightly focused on the necessary work that follows such a cataclysmic event -- there are still survivors being pulled from the rubble of their lives... there are bodies, thousands of bodies, bobbing in the surf, a sight horrible and mesmerizing.
There are the dispossessed to feed, house, and comfort. Their worlds are gone... and in that instant the great earthquake struck their worlds were eradicated. They are now strangers in a land once theirs, now crushed by the profound power of nature.
These people need assistance, and they need it now. Fortunately, the governments of this planet, and the generous peoples of the world, are reasonably equipped to handle even this severe and escalating need.
But let us be very clear with each other: this work, no matter how urgent and pressing, is not the only work to be done regarding this raw and potent occurrence; the real work will be putting this event under a microscope. For the next great earthquake, the next great tsunami is already forming... and we must be better prepared. Here, then, is what we must do.
1) We must first treat these events not merely as crises which diverted our attention and lives but as learning opportunities. We must know which preparations and responses worked and how these things could be improved. We must also be clear on what went wrong, in each and every aspect of the matter. Those who ignore the lessons of the past are compelled to relive its horrors, unnecessarily so.
2) There must be a review of all in place tsunami reporting methods. Every time we improve our warning systems, by even a single minute, the lives of real people are saved. Thus, we must be certain that the latest tsunami warning technologies are in place and that adequate provision has been made for their improvement.
3) The world's nuclear nations must gather, with grave and serious intent, to review in the most minute detail, each and every nuclear installation on this planet. This scrutiny must be scientific, dispassionate, thorough.
The events of this week in Japan will undoubtedly fuel acute hostility to nuclear power. Many will wish, indeed insist, on throwing the baby of nuclear power out with its bath water. Now is the moment when calmer heads must prevail.
The great nations, you see, rely upon this power source. The question should be how to ensure its safety, not how to facilitate its removal. Now, then, is the right and proper moment to review, in full detail, each aspect of each facility. These facilities were created with human limitations. Today, therefore, some of these facilities are at more risk than others. So, let us resolve, not to condemn, but to scrutinize and improve.
4) Communications must be better understood and improved. Leaders of the world must understand and review their role in the dissemination of crucial details. Questions about what information should be distributed and how are far too important to be left to commercial news media, which have different objectives.
The minute the earthquake happened, the minute the tsunami occurred, the Internet was full of concern, anxiety -- and waves of disinformation which continue to this minute.
This was the moment for President Obama and other world leaders to take control of the story... and, understanding the anxiety of the people, to assuage it with up-to-the-minute accuracies; timely facts, not sound bites from off-the-cuff pundits.
This did not happen and as a result there were moments approaching hysteria not merely in Japan but around Asia to Hawaii and the West Coast of the United States. There is absolutely no excuse for this. Ronald Reagan was called the Great Communicator... but every president and head of state must be such a practised communicator and must never merely allow the news media to follow their natural bent.
These media want the lurid, the melodramatic, the ghastly and horrifying. Leaders want to inform and calm the people, never inflame them. But we had too little such leadership and such communications to the people on this occasion. Into such a void, it is easy for Chicken Little to rise and frighten. President Obama let this happen... and he must accept responsibility for a lack of leadership that resulted in much avoidable pain and agitation.
Why didn't he use his powers to calm the nation? It seems to me an address to America was well and truly necessary. The president could and should have understood what people were feeling and taken action to inform and comfort them, minimizing the dread and uncertainty when the subject turns to nuclear power and the unseen killer that is radioactivity.
The president no doubt knowing these things slept soundly. His citizens, assailed by the endless drumbeat of horrible details, did not. Second terms have been derailed for less... and rightly so.
What is occurring now is not merely a Japanese issue, an Asian issue, an American issue. It is an issue of worldwide importance, one affecting not merely our comfort and security today, but the very essence and maintenance of our civilization.
That is why the people, unsettled, inadequately and confusingly informed, cry out for Leadership as today's headlines blare: "U.S. shows growing alarm over Japan nuclear crisis." (March 17, 2011.)
For days now, the news media of the world have dished out a diet of alarm along with ersatz "experts", old and stale "facts", slip shod analysis and details which do everything except inform and assure. It has been an embarrassment on a cosmic scale... and it was all avoidable if the officials at the highest reaches of government had been clear on the objective: keeping us all reliably and timely informed.
Meanwhile the situation in Japan continues to deteriorate as we all, every last one of us, wonder about what will happen next. And whether, once this series of interlocking crises has passed, the leaders of the world will remember their charge: to do what's necessary to solve the problem, not merely apply a patch and be glad they'll be out of office when the next such crisis hits. God help us all should we get no better service than that.
About The Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., where small and home-based businesses learn how to profit online. Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out List Pay Day PRO2 http://www.TheRevenueBuilders.com/?rd=rj1Y4Eqj
This week nature in all its brutal savagery punished us, hitting our brothers in Japan with an earthquake of unparalleled strength and a tsunami that was the very definition of awe.
Today the world is rightly focused on the necessary work that follows such a cataclysmic event -- there are still survivors being pulled from the rubble of their lives... there are bodies, thousands of bodies, bobbing in the surf, a sight horrible and mesmerizing.
There are the dispossessed to feed, house, and comfort. Their worlds are gone... and in that instant the great earthquake struck their worlds were eradicated. They are now strangers in a land once theirs, now crushed by the profound power of nature.
These people need assistance, and they need it now. Fortunately, the governments of this planet, and the generous peoples of the world, are reasonably equipped to handle even this severe and escalating need.
But let us be very clear with each other: this work, no matter how urgent and pressing, is not the only work to be done regarding this raw and potent occurrence; the real work will be putting this event under a microscope. For the next great earthquake, the next great tsunami is already forming... and we must be better prepared. Here, then, is what we must do.
1) We must first treat these events not merely as crises which diverted our attention and lives but as learning opportunities. We must know which preparations and responses worked and how these things could be improved. We must also be clear on what went wrong, in each and every aspect of the matter. Those who ignore the lessons of the past are compelled to relive its horrors, unnecessarily so.
2) There must be a review of all in place tsunami reporting methods. Every time we improve our warning systems, by even a single minute, the lives of real people are saved. Thus, we must be certain that the latest tsunami warning technologies are in place and that adequate provision has been made for their improvement.
3) The world's nuclear nations must gather, with grave and serious intent, to review in the most minute detail, each and every nuclear installation on this planet. This scrutiny must be scientific, dispassionate, thorough.
The events of this week in Japan will undoubtedly fuel acute hostility to nuclear power. Many will wish, indeed insist, on throwing the baby of nuclear power out with its bath water. Now is the moment when calmer heads must prevail.
The great nations, you see, rely upon this power source. The question should be how to ensure its safety, not how to facilitate its removal. Now, then, is the right and proper moment to review, in full detail, each aspect of each facility. These facilities were created with human limitations. Today, therefore, some of these facilities are at more risk than others. So, let us resolve, not to condemn, but to scrutinize and improve.
4) Communications must be better understood and improved. Leaders of the world must understand and review their role in the dissemination of crucial details. Questions about what information should be distributed and how are far too important to be left to commercial news media, which have different objectives.
The minute the earthquake happened, the minute the tsunami occurred, the Internet was full of concern, anxiety -- and waves of disinformation which continue to this minute.
This was the moment for President Obama and other world leaders to take control of the story... and, understanding the anxiety of the people, to assuage it with up-to-the-minute accuracies; timely facts, not sound bites from off-the-cuff pundits.
This did not happen and as a result there were moments approaching hysteria not merely in Japan but around Asia to Hawaii and the West Coast of the United States. There is absolutely no excuse for this. Ronald Reagan was called the Great Communicator... but every president and head of state must be such a practised communicator and must never merely allow the news media to follow their natural bent.
These media want the lurid, the melodramatic, the ghastly and horrifying. Leaders want to inform and calm the people, never inflame them. But we had too little such leadership and such communications to the people on this occasion. Into such a void, it is easy for Chicken Little to rise and frighten. President Obama let this happen... and he must accept responsibility for a lack of leadership that resulted in much avoidable pain and agitation.
Why didn't he use his powers to calm the nation? It seems to me an address to America was well and truly necessary. The president could and should have understood what people were feeling and taken action to inform and comfort them, minimizing the dread and uncertainty when the subject turns to nuclear power and the unseen killer that is radioactivity.
The president no doubt knowing these things slept soundly. His citizens, assailed by the endless drumbeat of horrible details, did not. Second terms have been derailed for less... and rightly so.
What is occurring now is not merely a Japanese issue, an Asian issue, an American issue. It is an issue of worldwide importance, one affecting not merely our comfort and security today, but the very essence and maintenance of our civilization.
That is why the people, unsettled, inadequately and confusingly informed, cry out for Leadership as today's headlines blare: "U.S. shows growing alarm over Japan nuclear crisis." (March 17, 2011.)
For days now, the news media of the world have dished out a diet of alarm along with ersatz "experts", old and stale "facts", slip shod analysis and details which do everything except inform and assure. It has been an embarrassment on a cosmic scale... and it was all avoidable if the officials at the highest reaches of government had been clear on the objective: keeping us all reliably and timely informed.
Meanwhile the situation in Japan continues to deteriorate as we all, every last one of us, wonder about what will happen next. And whether, once this series of interlocking crises has passed, the leaders of the world will remember their charge: to do what's necessary to solve the problem, not merely apply a patch and be glad they'll be out of office when the next such crisis hits. God help us all should we get no better service than that.
About The Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., where small and home-based businesses learn how to profit online. Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out List Pay Day PRO2 http://www.TheRevenueBuilders.com/?rd=rj1Y4Eqj
Wednesday, 16 March 2011
U.S. Representative Michele Bachmann's presidential aspirations latest casualty of 'shot heard round the world'? Maybe.
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
U.S. Representative Michele Bachmann (R-Minnesota), had the uncomfortable experience March 12, 2011 of opening her mouth and inserting her own stiletto heel. Ouch!
But this experience is almost a commonplace for the lady from Minnesota. She's rapidly becoming a national byword for gaffes, missteps, misinformation, and just plain old American stupidity.
And yet the lady from Minnesota still thinks she has a shot at being president of the United States! Michele, whose grasp of history is (to put it charitably) non-existent has probably never looked up the derivation of the word "minnesota." It is from the Dakota Sioux who named the place "cloudy water". Michele's been drinking the stuff for a long time... maybe that explains the frequency and the goofiness of her gaffes. She ought to look into that water problem... those pinko one-world types have probably put fluoride in it.
This time she made her faux pas de jour in New Hampshire, a place for which she's suddenly developed an acute tendresse. She hopes the yokels like her unique brand of one-liners, misstatements, tough talk, and silky tresses. It worked for the folks in Minnesota's sixth congressional district.
Problem is, Michele's tongue moves faster than her historical knowledge and accuracy. Really and truly, I don't think that bothers Michele one bit. But it sure bothers the people she's misinforming. "Really," they say "she ought to know better..."
This time she made another doozie.
March 12, 2011 in Manchester, N.H., photogenic Michelle (whose luxurious locks are worth any number of political accuracies) butchered the facts about one of America's signature events: the "shot heard round the world," much venerated in these parts.
"You're the state where the shot was heard round the world in Lexington and Concord," she told a group of conservative lawmakers and students at a Manchester, N.H. school. "And you put a marker in the ground and paid with the blood of your ancestors the very first price that had to be paid to make this the most magnificent nation that has ever arisen in the annals of man in 5,000 years of recorded history."
Her Gaffiness' latest muff was reported March 12 on the RealClearPolitics website. Bachmann, according to the site, gave the wrong details once; then stated them wrongly again in the same speech. Michele doesn't dispute the facts as reported.
Given the fact that Michele is a leader in the Tea Party movement, which takes its name from another signature episode in American history, Michele's latest flub is not insignificant. Her audience, hardened conservatives all, didn't bother to clue her into her mistake. After all, she looked cute when she fluffed her hair and tossed her head. The audience no doubt appreciated the herbal essence moment and wanted more of that, not her scalp -- yet.
Facts? Who needs facts when you're a sound-bite machine?
So frequent are Michele Bachmann's gaffes that there's actually a website entitled "The Ultimate Collection of Bad Michele Bachmann Quotes." She's so prolific in her faux pas that the owners of that site are exhausted keeping up with her non-stop "What me worry?" motor mouth. It is Michel's proud boast that she never allows mere facts to get in the way of what she's saying. She's quite simply above accuracy. It worked for Ronald Reagan; it's sure to work for her!
On the subject of gay marriage, Michele sagely says, "(Gay marriage) is probably the biggest issue that will impact our state and nation in the last, at least, thirty years. I am not understating that." Here Michele manages to slaughter verb tenses, grammar and factual accuracy all at the same time. Bravissima! What matter pending national bankruptcy, our many wars, the nuclear question after the recent Japanese tsunami, emigration reform etc., etc., when we have a few gays who want to marry? Good for Michele, keeping America moral, one shot from the lip at a time.
"I wish the American media would take a great look at the views of the people in Congress and find out: Are they pro-America or anti-America?" Michele's view of history (hold the facts) is highly colored by conspiracy theories, malfeasance of the highest order at the highest levels, and always those damnable liberals who are Determined to Bring America Down. She looks for these people under every bed, and if she happens to find they're gay, too, she wags a knowing finger at the miscreants, always making sure the omnipresent camera gets her best side while she's ranting.
"I want the people in Minnesota armed and dangerous on this issue of the energy tax because we need to fight back." Michele's imagery is always violent, always predicated on the need to shoot early, shoot often. How she intends to shoot and keep her hair fluffed are not doubt amongst the many subjects in which her presidential campaign will in due course enlighten us. I can hardly wait to find out. There's more, much more:
"But we also know that the very founders that wrote those documents worked tirelessly until slavery was no more in the United States." More of Michele's neo-history. We'd urge her to give it up, but she looks go good talking in front of the students she's misinforming, and conservatives don't care what their kids are taught... so long as they get to pray in school and condemns evolution.
There's more... much, much more. But now it's time to see how Michele responds to the mere reporting of her words. Instead of simply saying that she doesn't know everything, takes responsibility for her missteps, and maybe even saying she plans to bone up on the subjects she mangles, Representative Michele Bachmann does what her Tea Party is so adept at doing: she comes out swinging; saying that she's the victim of a media double standard that wouldn't apply if she were a liberal Democrat.
March 15, 2001 ABC News Radio quoted Bachmann as saying "We all know there's a double standard in the media... as we know all 3,400 members of the mainstream media are part of the Obama press contingent."
Wow! She knocked that one out of the park. We can only admire Michele the more, the persecuted little lady from Minnesota. It's better than David against Goliath, because at least David had a few buddies. But Michele's only got her fabulous "do"... Come to think of it, that worked for Samson. As a Bible scholar of renown, Michele no doubt knows his prowess with the jawbone of an ass. It's certainly worked for her, too.
Michele, keep up the good work. And don't even think of cutting your hair!
About The Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., where small and home-based businesses learn how to profit online. Attend Dr. Lant's live webcast TODAY and receive 50,000 free guaranteed visitors to the website of your choice! Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Facebook Maxed
U.S. Representative Michele Bachmann (R-Minnesota), had the uncomfortable experience March 12, 2011 of opening her mouth and inserting her own stiletto heel. Ouch!
But this experience is almost a commonplace for the lady from Minnesota. She's rapidly becoming a national byword for gaffes, missteps, misinformation, and just plain old American stupidity.
And yet the lady from Minnesota still thinks she has a shot at being president of the United States! Michele, whose grasp of history is (to put it charitably) non-existent has probably never looked up the derivation of the word "minnesota." It is from the Dakota Sioux who named the place "cloudy water". Michele's been drinking the stuff for a long time... maybe that explains the frequency and the goofiness of her gaffes. She ought to look into that water problem... those pinko one-world types have probably put fluoride in it.
This time she made her faux pas de jour in New Hampshire, a place for which she's suddenly developed an acute tendresse. She hopes the yokels like her unique brand of one-liners, misstatements, tough talk, and silky tresses. It worked for the folks in Minnesota's sixth congressional district.
Problem is, Michele's tongue moves faster than her historical knowledge and accuracy. Really and truly, I don't think that bothers Michele one bit. But it sure bothers the people she's misinforming. "Really," they say "she ought to know better..."
This time she made another doozie.
March 12, 2011 in Manchester, N.H., photogenic Michelle (whose luxurious locks are worth any number of political accuracies) butchered the facts about one of America's signature events: the "shot heard round the world," much venerated in these parts.
"You're the state where the shot was heard round the world in Lexington and Concord," she told a group of conservative lawmakers and students at a Manchester, N.H. school. "And you put a marker in the ground and paid with the blood of your ancestors the very first price that had to be paid to make this the most magnificent nation that has ever arisen in the annals of man in 5,000 years of recorded history."
Her Gaffiness' latest muff was reported March 12 on the RealClearPolitics website. Bachmann, according to the site, gave the wrong details once; then stated them wrongly again in the same speech. Michele doesn't dispute the facts as reported.
Given the fact that Michele is a leader in the Tea Party movement, which takes its name from another signature episode in American history, Michele's latest flub is not insignificant. Her audience, hardened conservatives all, didn't bother to clue her into her mistake. After all, she looked cute when she fluffed her hair and tossed her head. The audience no doubt appreciated the herbal essence moment and wanted more of that, not her scalp -- yet.
Facts? Who needs facts when you're a sound-bite machine?
So frequent are Michele Bachmann's gaffes that there's actually a website entitled "The Ultimate Collection of Bad Michele Bachmann Quotes." She's so prolific in her faux pas that the owners of that site are exhausted keeping up with her non-stop "What me worry?" motor mouth. It is Michel's proud boast that she never allows mere facts to get in the way of what she's saying. She's quite simply above accuracy. It worked for Ronald Reagan; it's sure to work for her!
On the subject of gay marriage, Michele sagely says, "(Gay marriage) is probably the biggest issue that will impact our state and nation in the last, at least, thirty years. I am not understating that." Here Michele manages to slaughter verb tenses, grammar and factual accuracy all at the same time. Bravissima! What matter pending national bankruptcy, our many wars, the nuclear question after the recent Japanese tsunami, emigration reform etc., etc., when we have a few gays who want to marry? Good for Michele, keeping America moral, one shot from the lip at a time.
"I wish the American media would take a great look at the views of the people in Congress and find out: Are they pro-America or anti-America?" Michele's view of history (hold the facts) is highly colored by conspiracy theories, malfeasance of the highest order at the highest levels, and always those damnable liberals who are Determined to Bring America Down. She looks for these people under every bed, and if she happens to find they're gay, too, she wags a knowing finger at the miscreants, always making sure the omnipresent camera gets her best side while she's ranting.
"I want the people in Minnesota armed and dangerous on this issue of the energy tax because we need to fight back." Michele's imagery is always violent, always predicated on the need to shoot early, shoot often. How she intends to shoot and keep her hair fluffed are not doubt amongst the many subjects in which her presidential campaign will in due course enlighten us. I can hardly wait to find out. There's more, much more:
"But we also know that the very founders that wrote those documents worked tirelessly until slavery was no more in the United States." More of Michele's neo-history. We'd urge her to give it up, but she looks go good talking in front of the students she's misinforming, and conservatives don't care what their kids are taught... so long as they get to pray in school and condemns evolution.
There's more... much, much more. But now it's time to see how Michele responds to the mere reporting of her words. Instead of simply saying that she doesn't know everything, takes responsibility for her missteps, and maybe even saying she plans to bone up on the subjects she mangles, Representative Michele Bachmann does what her Tea Party is so adept at doing: she comes out swinging; saying that she's the victim of a media double standard that wouldn't apply if she were a liberal Democrat.
March 15, 2001 ABC News Radio quoted Bachmann as saying "We all know there's a double standard in the media... as we know all 3,400 members of the mainstream media are part of the Obama press contingent."
Wow! She knocked that one out of the park. We can only admire Michele the more, the persecuted little lady from Minnesota. It's better than David against Goliath, because at least David had a few buddies. But Michele's only got her fabulous "do"... Come to think of it, that worked for Samson. As a Bible scholar of renown, Michele no doubt knows his prowess with the jawbone of an ass. It's certainly worked for her, too.
Michele, keep up the good work. And don't even think of cutting your hair!
About The Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., where small and home-based businesses learn how to profit online. Attend Dr. Lant's live webcast TODAY and receive 50,000 free guaranteed visitors to the website of your choice! Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Facebook Maxed
Tuesday, 15 March 2011
An appreciation for the life and profound insights of David Broder, dead at 81, the dean of American political observers and pundits.
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
As a commentator myself, it is a sad honor to mark the passing of the dean of American commentators, David Broder, since 1966 political correspondent and columnist for the Washington Post.
An undoubted master is gone, and we as a nation are the poorer.
David Broder was the reporter's reporter.
It is easy when you are a writer on U.S. politics and national affairs, as Broder was for decades, to think that your job demands that you stay in the nation's capital working the phone and walking only the highly polished corridors of the powerful and the aspiring.
Broder strongly disagreed.
He more than any other contemporary political authority understood that what is great about America is not just or even merely what is happening in Washington,D.C., but what is happening at the grass roots, in the homes, places of business and religion of the citizens, though they are thousands of miles from marbled splendor and Victorian grandeur, the hot house environment of the government.
As a result, David Broder spent as much time out of his office as he did in it. And his columns were the better for it, since he thereby caught the nuances that eluded his less insightful colleagues who did not understand that their beat, as Broder's, was nothing less than all the highways and by ways of the Great Republic he venerated. Like Richard Nixon (for whom he retained a carefully parsed admiration), Broder liked to see how "it" (whatever the issue of the day) "played in Peoria."
This meant leaving the gilt and gold of the White House to walk amidst the everyday people of America from whence power comes, but whose representatives so often overlook and then forget it altogether.
Broder never did.
And he had the well-worn shoes and battered luggage to prove it, since he easily logged 100,000 miles a year, or more; his job both a sprint -- and a marathon.
Like all the great political columnists, commentators, pundits all, his love affair was with America itself, and he clearly believed God had indeed shed His grace on thee. Never out of touch with the people, unlike so many of those he covered, he remained in awe of their majesty and in touch with all their vicissitudes from the mundane to the monumental. If it was American, it interested Broder. It's what kept him active, focused, grounded, fresh. And worth reading and listening to through 11 White House administrations, beginning with Dwight D. Eisenhower's second term.
Child of the Middle West and its values.
David Salzer Broder was born in Chicago Heights, Illinois and graduated in 1947 from the University of Chicago, where he was editor of the newspaper and received a master's degree in political science in 1951.
After 2 years in the Army, he worked for a newspaper in Bloomington, Illinois, The Pantagraph, then moved to The Congressional Quarterly in 1955. Five years later he left the Quarterly for The Washington Star. In 1965 he was hired by The New York Times as political reporter. And there, one could suppose, he would stay, since The Times then as now, considered itself the most important newspaper in the most important country on earth. Broder thought otherwise.
His tenure at The Times was brief and unhappy. As he wrote in a letter delivered upon his departure The Times epitomized "endless bureaucratic frustration" and "parochialism of outlook", in short it was in his stinging analysis, part of the problem, not part of the solution. In 1966, he found his niche at the newspaper about to seize the citadel and become the leading source for American affairs and politics, the Washington Post. David Broder was one of the significant reasons for an ascendency that only The New York Times disputed.
A man of note and an increasingly notable newspaper had found each other and knew they had a good thing going. They ascended together, Broder in part because of his high visibility as a political pundit, panelist and television commentator. In some ways he was an unlikely media "star", since he appeared bookish, scholarly, inexpressive for media which wanted "personalities," not detailed analysis. But, though he could be flat as a day-old glass of champagne, even without bubbles he delivered. In time his characteristic understated presentations became part of his value. He did not hype. He did not glamorize. He did not fawn or name drop. He reported the news... and then he commented on it. Today's Internet-driven commentators should take note. Broder's approach gave him a distinguished career and a grateful nation. What 'net commentator can say as much?
Pundit pitfalls.
All was not clear sailing, of course. He was after all a political pundit with constant deadlines. He had a few notable bad times. In 1976, he reported prematurely that Morris K. Udall of Arizona had won the Wisconsin presidential primary only to learn a few hours later the actual winner was Jimmy Carter, then governor of Georgia. Devastated and unforgiving, Broder insisted that for the integrity of the Post he must resign. The Post's editor, Benjamin Bradlee, out-insisted Broder who stayed. Bradlee was a wise man and Broder wise, too, to listen to him.
Later, during the Clinton administration, Broder so forgot the tenets of his profession, that he allowed his corrosive disdain for the president to show itself in an interview. This was a serious lapse in professional behavior; this time the Post suspended his news reporting on the issue. This no doubt rankled Broder, but set against a lifetime of achievement, the millions of miles logged, the thousands of people met, listened to, reported on, such lapses were minor indeed.
Besides, Broder delivered the goods regularly and in so doing could literally change American history. This is what he did when in 1972 he reported on Senator Edmund Muskie's fury against New Hampshire publisher William Loeb's scurrilous attacks on the Senator's wife. Broder broke the story that imploded Muskie's campaign with the impression that he was emotionally unfit for the presidency. Whether Muskie cried or not was never the issue; it was his emotional volatility and here Broder got the nuance, and the story, just right.
Now Broder is gone, the dean of the Washington press corps; the man covering the raw material of history, is now history himself. Praise him for his hard work, his high standards, his fairness and reporting skills. Praise him, too, for his ability throughout a long career to straddle the quite separate fields of news reporting and commentary, honest to a fault, the consummate professional.
Praise him, too, for doing his bit to capture the greatness of America and its enduring glory, by capturing the changing hopes, dreams, aspirations, and struggles of its people. Above all, remember this: behind the equanimity, there was always Broder's passion for the great land he knew so well, whose great story he had long and truly reported. He has now filed his last story, and we regret.
About the Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., where small and home-based businesses learn how to profit online. Attend Dr. Lant's live webcast TODAY and receive 50,000 free guaranteed visitors to the website of your choice! Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Facebook Maxed http://www.TheRevenueBuilders.com/?rd=oi6P4SWe
As a commentator myself, it is a sad honor to mark the passing of the dean of American commentators, David Broder, since 1966 political correspondent and columnist for the Washington Post.
An undoubted master is gone, and we as a nation are the poorer.
David Broder was the reporter's reporter.
It is easy when you are a writer on U.S. politics and national affairs, as Broder was for decades, to think that your job demands that you stay in the nation's capital working the phone and walking only the highly polished corridors of the powerful and the aspiring.
Broder strongly disagreed.
He more than any other contemporary political authority understood that what is great about America is not just or even merely what is happening in Washington,D.C., but what is happening at the grass roots, in the homes, places of business and religion of the citizens, though they are thousands of miles from marbled splendor and Victorian grandeur, the hot house environment of the government.
As a result, David Broder spent as much time out of his office as he did in it. And his columns were the better for it, since he thereby caught the nuances that eluded his less insightful colleagues who did not understand that their beat, as Broder's, was nothing less than all the highways and by ways of the Great Republic he venerated. Like Richard Nixon (for whom he retained a carefully parsed admiration), Broder liked to see how "it" (whatever the issue of the day) "played in Peoria."
This meant leaving the gilt and gold of the White House to walk amidst the everyday people of America from whence power comes, but whose representatives so often overlook and then forget it altogether.
Broder never did.
And he had the well-worn shoes and battered luggage to prove it, since he easily logged 100,000 miles a year, or more; his job both a sprint -- and a marathon.
Like all the great political columnists, commentators, pundits all, his love affair was with America itself, and he clearly believed God had indeed shed His grace on thee. Never out of touch with the people, unlike so many of those he covered, he remained in awe of their majesty and in touch with all their vicissitudes from the mundane to the monumental. If it was American, it interested Broder. It's what kept him active, focused, grounded, fresh. And worth reading and listening to through 11 White House administrations, beginning with Dwight D. Eisenhower's second term.
Child of the Middle West and its values.
David Salzer Broder was born in Chicago Heights, Illinois and graduated in 1947 from the University of Chicago, where he was editor of the newspaper and received a master's degree in political science in 1951.
After 2 years in the Army, he worked for a newspaper in Bloomington, Illinois, The Pantagraph, then moved to The Congressional Quarterly in 1955. Five years later he left the Quarterly for The Washington Star. In 1965 he was hired by The New York Times as political reporter. And there, one could suppose, he would stay, since The Times then as now, considered itself the most important newspaper in the most important country on earth. Broder thought otherwise.
His tenure at The Times was brief and unhappy. As he wrote in a letter delivered upon his departure The Times epitomized "endless bureaucratic frustration" and "parochialism of outlook", in short it was in his stinging analysis, part of the problem, not part of the solution. In 1966, he found his niche at the newspaper about to seize the citadel and become the leading source for American affairs and politics, the Washington Post. David Broder was one of the significant reasons for an ascendency that only The New York Times disputed.
A man of note and an increasingly notable newspaper had found each other and knew they had a good thing going. They ascended together, Broder in part because of his high visibility as a political pundit, panelist and television commentator. In some ways he was an unlikely media "star", since he appeared bookish, scholarly, inexpressive for media which wanted "personalities," not detailed analysis. But, though he could be flat as a day-old glass of champagne, even without bubbles he delivered. In time his characteristic understated presentations became part of his value. He did not hype. He did not glamorize. He did not fawn or name drop. He reported the news... and then he commented on it. Today's Internet-driven commentators should take note. Broder's approach gave him a distinguished career and a grateful nation. What 'net commentator can say as much?
Pundit pitfalls.
All was not clear sailing, of course. He was after all a political pundit with constant deadlines. He had a few notable bad times. In 1976, he reported prematurely that Morris K. Udall of Arizona had won the Wisconsin presidential primary only to learn a few hours later the actual winner was Jimmy Carter, then governor of Georgia. Devastated and unforgiving, Broder insisted that for the integrity of the Post he must resign. The Post's editor, Benjamin Bradlee, out-insisted Broder who stayed. Bradlee was a wise man and Broder wise, too, to listen to him.
Later, during the Clinton administration, Broder so forgot the tenets of his profession, that he allowed his corrosive disdain for the president to show itself in an interview. This was a serious lapse in professional behavior; this time the Post suspended his news reporting on the issue. This no doubt rankled Broder, but set against a lifetime of achievement, the millions of miles logged, the thousands of people met, listened to, reported on, such lapses were minor indeed.
Besides, Broder delivered the goods regularly and in so doing could literally change American history. This is what he did when in 1972 he reported on Senator Edmund Muskie's fury against New Hampshire publisher William Loeb's scurrilous attacks on the Senator's wife. Broder broke the story that imploded Muskie's campaign with the impression that he was emotionally unfit for the presidency. Whether Muskie cried or not was never the issue; it was his emotional volatility and here Broder got the nuance, and the story, just right.
Now Broder is gone, the dean of the Washington press corps; the man covering the raw material of history, is now history himself. Praise him for his hard work, his high standards, his fairness and reporting skills. Praise him, too, for his ability throughout a long career to straddle the quite separate fields of news reporting and commentary, honest to a fault, the consummate professional.
Praise him, too, for doing his bit to capture the greatness of America and its enduring glory, by capturing the changing hopes, dreams, aspirations, and struggles of its people. Above all, remember this: behind the equanimity, there was always Broder's passion for the great land he knew so well, whose great story he had long and truly reported. He has now filed his last story, and we regret.
About the Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., where small and home-based businesses learn how to profit online. Attend Dr. Lant's live webcast TODAY and receive 50,000 free guaranteed visitors to the website of your choice! Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Facebook Maxed http://www.TheRevenueBuilders.com/?rd=oi6P4SWe
Monday, 14 March 2011
Thoughts on the common cold. Read this. Keep this. Your next cold is on the way!
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
For the last four days, I have been engaged with a malady I know well... and so do you: the common cold. It is by far the most frequent infectious disease in humans.
We know that each of us adults contracts two to four infections a year. The average child contracts 6-12. At any given time, one or more of your office colleagues has reported in sick with a cold... or one or more of your children are down with one... or a friend... neighbor... fellow congregant, etc... or you. The minute the person now afflicted with a cold recovers... the indefatigable virus moves on, with split second precision, to its next victim. In other words, within your circles of life the common cold is always present, always flourishing.
Four days ago it became (as was bound to happen) my turn, and the cold immediately took precedence over every other task or consideration, thereby firmly establishing that common did not mean insignificant.
Over the last 100 hours, I have been
* hopeful that my own special procedures would nip it in the bud (they didn't);
* drowned in fluids of every kind.
* an eating machine with my mantra the one my grandmother gave me over 60 years ago, "feed a cold, starve a fever"; so I am eating and eating and eating more. What was self indulgence a minute before the cold was apparent, now is self preservation.
* sleeping. I am ordinarily a person of unquenchable energies... but in the last 4 days I have found fluffing my pillows too enervating... sleep is the sovereign remedy. I have indulged myself accordingly.
* coughing. My hacks and wheezes are now public property. Try as I might to control them, they know full well they control me and make a mockery of any attempt to control what they do and where they do it. I walk out with my head bowed and eyes down, hoping (but failing) that no one will know that I am a social menace.
All readers of this article will peruse the above list and recognize in my actions, what they, too, do when ensnared by the bug. We are all prisoners, and we are glad to know what others have done not merely to mitigate the symptoms and manifestations, but to eradicate them forever by doing...
We have been told for our entire lives by every general practitioner worth his salt that there is nothing, absolutely nothing that will cure a cold. We hear this... but, secretly, we do not believe this. Our wallets get emptied as we try one medicament after another in the always hopeful but entirely vain search for The Cure to the Common Cold.
We acknowledge the power of the common cold, but each time we confront it we start by being hopeful, optimistic that this bout will be short and sweet, an event which does muddle our life and schedule, to be sure, but does not cripple and bring us to our knees. This time we feel sure the cold will be minimal, under control; after all, we have been here, done this dozens of times before. As a result, our outlook is cheery, optimistic. This time we are sure we will defeat this nonchalant invader.
But we are, as usual, wrong.
The cold is common but its pervasive power enables it to defeat each of us in quite unique ways. The cold knows us; we hardly begin to know the cold. That is to the cold's liking and satisfaction.
In short order, therefore, our initial (unwarranted) optimism has drained away, leaving us prey to the nagging suspicion that this could be The Big One, the one that strips away our strengths and resources, our energies, and our hopes, strong in only one thing, our grudging respect for the cold, our master, lingering, happy to own us.
At this moment, we call upon the unshakeable, unassailable wisdom of Grannie. She knew, we know, a thing or two about the menace and diminution of colds... and we need her skills desperately, now and at once.
It is chicken soup time, again. But we cannot call upon this proven power until we have assuaged the Spirit of Grannie, for here, as in so many ways, each of us has wandered from the tried and true. We have given insufficient attention (and hasty too) to the many ways that Grannie could help us if only we would remember her, her eruditions, her admonitions, her tried and true practices and ways. We stand abashed before her. We need her so, not just now. We must admit as much; then the rich libation, the succor of grannies worldwide and throughout the ages, will be made, in liberal portions too, to each of us, sinning, but (as always) forgiven.
We gulp this golden liquid down, manners forgotten. It warms... it soothes... it fails, for no matter how deep our belief in this ministration, sadly Grannie has met her match in the common cold. We are left to digest this horrifying, startling fact as best we can.
We have known this before, but each time we learn it anew, we are shocked. This is not the benevolent world we imagined...
And so we descend into the vast wasteland, mandated by the cold, of boredom, listlessness, despair. The cold, secure, owns us. And dictates that time, ordinarily fleet, shall be torpid, unremunerative, dull.
So this condition, over which we have utterly no power or control, continues for 7 to 10 days, our humiliation completed by the frequency and severity of the coughs, sore throats, runny noses, and fevers that assail us and hold us in their thrall.
You have been healthy, the cold proclaims; now you must pay for that transgression.
And so we do, the hours scarce moving at all. All semblance of normality quite gone.
The cold demands as much from all its servitors, and we obey as we survey and go down before the cold's fearful panoply: conjunctivitis (pink eye), muscle aches, fatigue, headaches, shivering, and loss of appetite. We would sign a document of Unconditional Surrender, but we are never told where to send it. The cold wants no document; it only wants our very souls.
Thus we, and I mean every one of us, wile away the unpleasant, interminable hours. We may, we think we are, moving towards normality and welcome health, but the pace is infinitesimal, or worse.
As penance we remind ourselves of what we must do to avoid this almost unbearable condition in future. We shall not touch eyes, nose or mouth with contaminated fingers. We will avoid spending time in an enclosed area with an infected person. We will stop smoking at once, for that extends the duration of the illness by at least 3 additional days. And all the other good advice we mean to follow assiduously if we are ever released...
... until we one day, one glorious day, a day of joy and merriment, we feel like ourselves again. And life is good. We are coldless.
Of course, we don't adhere to the many sensible procedures necessary to sharply reduce the number of "common" colds we get, their severity and length. Instead, we simply revert to the insouciant person we were and have always been. But this, you see, is not our decision, for in so doing we acknowledge that the cold itself erases our memories and good resolutions.
Otherwise, the cold, always delighting in our debilitated conditions, might not see us so situated quite so often.
And this would never, never do, for the common cold rejoices in its visits, even if we do not.
About The Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., where small and home-based businesses learn how to profit online. Attend Dr. Lant's live webcast TODAY and receive 50,000 free guaranteed visitors to the website of your choice! Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Facebook Maxed http://www.TheRevenueBuilders.com/?rd=oi6P4SWe
For the last four days, I have been engaged with a malady I know well... and so do you: the common cold. It is by far the most frequent infectious disease in humans.
We know that each of us adults contracts two to four infections a year. The average child contracts 6-12. At any given time, one or more of your office colleagues has reported in sick with a cold... or one or more of your children are down with one... or a friend... neighbor... fellow congregant, etc... or you. The minute the person now afflicted with a cold recovers... the indefatigable virus moves on, with split second precision, to its next victim. In other words, within your circles of life the common cold is always present, always flourishing.
Four days ago it became (as was bound to happen) my turn, and the cold immediately took precedence over every other task or consideration, thereby firmly establishing that common did not mean insignificant.
Over the last 100 hours, I have been
* hopeful that my own special procedures would nip it in the bud (they didn't);
* drowned in fluids of every kind.
* an eating machine with my mantra the one my grandmother gave me over 60 years ago, "feed a cold, starve a fever"; so I am eating and eating and eating more. What was self indulgence a minute before the cold was apparent, now is self preservation.
* sleeping. I am ordinarily a person of unquenchable energies... but in the last 4 days I have found fluffing my pillows too enervating... sleep is the sovereign remedy. I have indulged myself accordingly.
* coughing. My hacks and wheezes are now public property. Try as I might to control them, they know full well they control me and make a mockery of any attempt to control what they do and where they do it. I walk out with my head bowed and eyes down, hoping (but failing) that no one will know that I am a social menace.
All readers of this article will peruse the above list and recognize in my actions, what they, too, do when ensnared by the bug. We are all prisoners, and we are glad to know what others have done not merely to mitigate the symptoms and manifestations, but to eradicate them forever by doing...
We have been told for our entire lives by every general practitioner worth his salt that there is nothing, absolutely nothing that will cure a cold. We hear this... but, secretly, we do not believe this. Our wallets get emptied as we try one medicament after another in the always hopeful but entirely vain search for The Cure to the Common Cold.
We acknowledge the power of the common cold, but each time we confront it we start by being hopeful, optimistic that this bout will be short and sweet, an event which does muddle our life and schedule, to be sure, but does not cripple and bring us to our knees. This time we feel sure the cold will be minimal, under control; after all, we have been here, done this dozens of times before. As a result, our outlook is cheery, optimistic. This time we are sure we will defeat this nonchalant invader.
But we are, as usual, wrong.
The cold is common but its pervasive power enables it to defeat each of us in quite unique ways. The cold knows us; we hardly begin to know the cold. That is to the cold's liking and satisfaction.
In short order, therefore, our initial (unwarranted) optimism has drained away, leaving us prey to the nagging suspicion that this could be The Big One, the one that strips away our strengths and resources, our energies, and our hopes, strong in only one thing, our grudging respect for the cold, our master, lingering, happy to own us.
At this moment, we call upon the unshakeable, unassailable wisdom of Grannie. She knew, we know, a thing or two about the menace and diminution of colds... and we need her skills desperately, now and at once.
It is chicken soup time, again. But we cannot call upon this proven power until we have assuaged the Spirit of Grannie, for here, as in so many ways, each of us has wandered from the tried and true. We have given insufficient attention (and hasty too) to the many ways that Grannie could help us if only we would remember her, her eruditions, her admonitions, her tried and true practices and ways. We stand abashed before her. We need her so, not just now. We must admit as much; then the rich libation, the succor of grannies worldwide and throughout the ages, will be made, in liberal portions too, to each of us, sinning, but (as always) forgiven.
We gulp this golden liquid down, manners forgotten. It warms... it soothes... it fails, for no matter how deep our belief in this ministration, sadly Grannie has met her match in the common cold. We are left to digest this horrifying, startling fact as best we can.
We have known this before, but each time we learn it anew, we are shocked. This is not the benevolent world we imagined...
And so we descend into the vast wasteland, mandated by the cold, of boredom, listlessness, despair. The cold, secure, owns us. And dictates that time, ordinarily fleet, shall be torpid, unremunerative, dull.
So this condition, over which we have utterly no power or control, continues for 7 to 10 days, our humiliation completed by the frequency and severity of the coughs, sore throats, runny noses, and fevers that assail us and hold us in their thrall.
You have been healthy, the cold proclaims; now you must pay for that transgression.
And so we do, the hours scarce moving at all. All semblance of normality quite gone.
The cold demands as much from all its servitors, and we obey as we survey and go down before the cold's fearful panoply: conjunctivitis (pink eye), muscle aches, fatigue, headaches, shivering, and loss of appetite. We would sign a document of Unconditional Surrender, but we are never told where to send it. The cold wants no document; it only wants our very souls.
Thus we, and I mean every one of us, wile away the unpleasant, interminable hours. We may, we think we are, moving towards normality and welcome health, but the pace is infinitesimal, or worse.
As penance we remind ourselves of what we must do to avoid this almost unbearable condition in future. We shall not touch eyes, nose or mouth with contaminated fingers. We will avoid spending time in an enclosed area with an infected person. We will stop smoking at once, for that extends the duration of the illness by at least 3 additional days. And all the other good advice we mean to follow assiduously if we are ever released...
... until we one day, one glorious day, a day of joy and merriment, we feel like ourselves again. And life is good. We are coldless.
Of course, we don't adhere to the many sensible procedures necessary to sharply reduce the number of "common" colds we get, their severity and length. Instead, we simply revert to the insouciant person we were and have always been. But this, you see, is not our decision, for in so doing we acknowledge that the cold itself erases our memories and good resolutions.
Otherwise, the cold, always delighting in our debilitated conditions, might not see us so situated quite so often.
And this would never, never do, for the common cold rejoices in its visits, even if we do not.
About The Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., where small and home-based businesses learn how to profit online. Attend Dr. Lant's live webcast TODAY and receive 50,000 free guaranteed visitors to the website of your choice! Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Facebook Maxed http://www.TheRevenueBuilders.com/?rd=oi6P4SWe
Sunday, 13 March 2011
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
You've got to hand it to James O'Keefe.
The man is clever, determined, bold, gutsy.
And he's certainly dedicated, though what he does can be both immoral and illegal.
That doesn't seem to worry O'Keefe one iota.
He's a man on a mission... and he knows that every time he pulls off another punk, he not only achieves his specific objective; he gains more of the attention and resources of the greatest nation on earth, thereby enabling him to continue his unique endeavors.
And what's thrilling, he doesn't need a lot of money to achieve the results he wants; just the willingness of powerful people to talk honestly with him and to be what they so often are, indiscrete. Indeed, these indiscretions are ridiculously easy to get. Someone just needs to coax them, with hidden cameras at the ready.
James E. O'Keefe III is that someone.
And he's now very, very good at what he and his organization do.
Background
O'Keefe (born June 28, 1984) is the elder of two children born to James E. O'Keefe Jr., a materials engineer, and Deborah O'Keefe, a physical therapist. He grew up in Bergen County, New Jersey, in a home that was politically "conservative but not rigidly so," according to his father.
He graduated from Westwood High School, where he showed an early interest in the arts, theater, and journalism. He achieved the highest rank, Eagle Scout in the Boy Scouts of America.
He attended Rutgers University in New Jersey, where he majored in philosophy and began writing a bi-weekly column for the university's student paper, The Daily Targum. He later founded the Rutgers Centurion, a conservative student newspaper with a $500 "Balance in the Media" grant from The Leadership Institute (LI), a non-profit organization that trains and places conservatives in government, politics, and the media.
Following graduation, O'Keefe worked for LI for a year traveling to various colleges to train students how to set up independent (conservative oriented) papers. He was good at this job, but LI was worried that what he was doing might imperil their non-profit status. O'Keefe was asked to leave LI, but not before he began to understand the purifying potential of video; namely catching his subjects while "breaking the law." It was the nubbin of his outrageous successes.
After attending UCLA Law School for a year, O'Keefe formed his own organization, Project Veritas (Latin for truth). Its stated mission is to investigate and expose corruption, dishonesty, self-dealing, waste, fraud, and other misconduct in both public and private institutions in order to achieve a more ethical and transparent society."
O'Keefe calls himself a "progressive radical"; others have used such descriptions as "guerrilla documentarian", "muckraker", "gonzo journalist". His "aha" moment came while studying labor organizer Saul Alinsky's insight, to make "the enemy live up to its own book of rules."
At Rutgers O'Keefe, now publisher of the Centurion, practiced his hidden camera craft by claiming the breakfast cereal "Lucky Charms" was insensitive to the Irish. It was typical undergraduate fare... but it helped O'Keefe master the technical aspects of video... as well as what would grab people's attention and advance his career.
His lucky charm proved not to be a cereal, but Planned Parenthood.
In 2006 and 2007, O'Keefe helped plan and produce a series of 7 undercover videos with pro-life activist Lila Rose. These showed several Planned Parenthood workers willing to circumvent state laws requiring that abortion clinics report statutory rape. The videos received national attention and showed O'Keefe just what was possible... if he selected his subjects carefully and helped them, on the camera of course, to be confiding and indiscrete. Planned Parenthood lost hundreds of thousands of dollars in public grant money because of what O'Keefe got their own officials to show and say.
Bingo! O'Keefe now had a winning formula...
ACORN undercover videos.
In September, 2009, O'Keefe and his associate Hannah Giles published edited hidden camera recordings in which Giles posed as a prostitute and O'Keefe as her boyfriend in an attempt to elicit damaging responses from employees of the Association of Community Organizations for Reform Now (ACORN), an advocacy organization for persons of low and moderate income.
The videos were recorded during the summer of 2009 and showed low-level ACORN employees in six cities purportedly providing advice to Giles and O'Keefe on how to avoid detection by authorities of tax evasion, human smuggling and child prostitution.
Reaction from federal authorities was immediate and punitive; the U.S. Congress voted to eliminate federal funding to ACORN. James O'Keefe was on his way, a man not content to sit around and wait for reform. Instead, he was determined to get it fast by a proven ability to get officials to be indiscrete; then releasing the tapes via the Internet and other media resources.
Now a personage of consequence amongst conservatives, O'Keefe was ready for more, a whole lot more.
Getting a job at the U.S. Census Bureau, he explained to his superiors that he was being paid for work he didn't do. They shrugged their shoulders and essentially told him to make the most of his good fortune. Because their response was on camera, he did, giving the Census Bureau the black eye he felt it roundly deserved.
O'Keefe in due course went on to something that really bothered him: the situation at National Public Radio and the Corporation for Public Broadcasting. For years, conservatives had railed about the perceived liberal bias of NPR. But O'Keefe was about action, not just windy talk.
He aimed to bring them down... and he had a ridiculously easy way of doing so.... by getting NPR officials to confirm (always on hidden camera of course) their strong biases. They were happy to give him just what he wanted...
Ronald Schiller, then NPR's senior vice president for fundraising, gave O'Keefe's operatives one injudicious comment after another... indiscrete observations O'Keefe released at once, thereby bringing down Schiller and, just hours later, NPR's CEO Vivian Schiller (no relation), too. These were trophies conservatives en masse hadn't been able to deliver... but which O'Keefe got in a cake walk. Lots of eyes (and no doubt some checkbooks) were thereby opened, and O'Keefe's stock soared. It went even higher when he bumped off, almost as an afterthought, NPR executive Betsy Liley. Her indiscretion, on camera, was to suggest that a Muslim organization (again O'Keefe and his people) could probably make an anonymous $5 million donation the IRS need know nothing about. It was pathetic how fast she fell, leaving another gaping hole in NPR's much vaunted "impartiality".
O'Keefe's future looks rosy indeed amongst conservatives. He delivers what they want but can't get, thereby earning their admiration, even if his methods are often suspect, illegal, even cruel. In due course, of course, he'll go too far and become, for someone younger, bolder, more outrageous, the target himself. Hero though he is to some today, he will, at that moment, fall without a kindness from anyone, a fact which will embitter him for the rest of his long life. It often happens that way in politics, an unforgiving occupation.
About The Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., where small and home-based businesses learn how to profit online. Attend Dr. Lant's live webcast TODAY and receive 50,000 free guaranteed visitors to the website of your choice! Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Facebook Maxed
You've got to hand it to James O'Keefe.
The man is clever, determined, bold, gutsy.
And he's certainly dedicated, though what he does can be both immoral and illegal.
That doesn't seem to worry O'Keefe one iota.
He's a man on a mission... and he knows that every time he pulls off another punk, he not only achieves his specific objective; he gains more of the attention and resources of the greatest nation on earth, thereby enabling him to continue his unique endeavors.
And what's thrilling, he doesn't need a lot of money to achieve the results he wants; just the willingness of powerful people to talk honestly with him and to be what they so often are, indiscrete. Indeed, these indiscretions are ridiculously easy to get. Someone just needs to coax them, with hidden cameras at the ready.
James E. O'Keefe III is that someone.
And he's now very, very good at what he and his organization do.
Background
O'Keefe (born June 28, 1984) is the elder of two children born to James E. O'Keefe Jr., a materials engineer, and Deborah O'Keefe, a physical therapist. He grew up in Bergen County, New Jersey, in a home that was politically "conservative but not rigidly so," according to his father.
He graduated from Westwood High School, where he showed an early interest in the arts, theater, and journalism. He achieved the highest rank, Eagle Scout in the Boy Scouts of America.
He attended Rutgers University in New Jersey, where he majored in philosophy and began writing a bi-weekly column for the university's student paper, The Daily Targum. He later founded the Rutgers Centurion, a conservative student newspaper with a $500 "Balance in the Media" grant from The Leadership Institute (LI), a non-profit organization that trains and places conservatives in government, politics, and the media.
Following graduation, O'Keefe worked for LI for a year traveling to various colleges to train students how to set up independent (conservative oriented) papers. He was good at this job, but LI was worried that what he was doing might imperil their non-profit status. O'Keefe was asked to leave LI, but not before he began to understand the purifying potential of video; namely catching his subjects while "breaking the law." It was the nubbin of his outrageous successes.
After attending UCLA Law School for a year, O'Keefe formed his own organization, Project Veritas (Latin for truth). Its stated mission is to investigate and expose corruption, dishonesty, self-dealing, waste, fraud, and other misconduct in both public and private institutions in order to achieve a more ethical and transparent society."
O'Keefe calls himself a "progressive radical"; others have used such descriptions as "guerrilla documentarian", "muckraker", "gonzo journalist". His "aha" moment came while studying labor organizer Saul Alinsky's insight, to make "the enemy live up to its own book of rules."
At Rutgers O'Keefe, now publisher of the Centurion, practiced his hidden camera craft by claiming the breakfast cereal "Lucky Charms" was insensitive to the Irish. It was typical undergraduate fare... but it helped O'Keefe master the technical aspects of video... as well as what would grab people's attention and advance his career.
His lucky charm proved not to be a cereal, but Planned Parenthood.
In 2006 and 2007, O'Keefe helped plan and produce a series of 7 undercover videos with pro-life activist Lila Rose. These showed several Planned Parenthood workers willing to circumvent state laws requiring that abortion clinics report statutory rape. The videos received national attention and showed O'Keefe just what was possible... if he selected his subjects carefully and helped them, on the camera of course, to be confiding and indiscrete. Planned Parenthood lost hundreds of thousands of dollars in public grant money because of what O'Keefe got their own officials to show and say.
Bingo! O'Keefe now had a winning formula...
ACORN undercover videos.
In September, 2009, O'Keefe and his associate Hannah Giles published edited hidden camera recordings in which Giles posed as a prostitute and O'Keefe as her boyfriend in an attempt to elicit damaging responses from employees of the Association of Community Organizations for Reform Now (ACORN), an advocacy organization for persons of low and moderate income.
The videos were recorded during the summer of 2009 and showed low-level ACORN employees in six cities purportedly providing advice to Giles and O'Keefe on how to avoid detection by authorities of tax evasion, human smuggling and child prostitution.
Reaction from federal authorities was immediate and punitive; the U.S. Congress voted to eliminate federal funding to ACORN. James O'Keefe was on his way, a man not content to sit around and wait for reform. Instead, he was determined to get it fast by a proven ability to get officials to be indiscrete; then releasing the tapes via the Internet and other media resources.
Now a personage of consequence amongst conservatives, O'Keefe was ready for more, a whole lot more.
Getting a job at the U.S. Census Bureau, he explained to his superiors that he was being paid for work he didn't do. They shrugged their shoulders and essentially told him to make the most of his good fortune. Because their response was on camera, he did, giving the Census Bureau the black eye he felt it roundly deserved.
O'Keefe in due course went on to something that really bothered him: the situation at National Public Radio and the Corporation for Public Broadcasting. For years, conservatives had railed about the perceived liberal bias of NPR. But O'Keefe was about action, not just windy talk.
He aimed to bring them down... and he had a ridiculously easy way of doing so.... by getting NPR officials to confirm (always on hidden camera of course) their strong biases. They were happy to give him just what he wanted...
Ronald Schiller, then NPR's senior vice president for fundraising, gave O'Keefe's operatives one injudicious comment after another... indiscrete observations O'Keefe released at once, thereby bringing down Schiller and, just hours later, NPR's CEO Vivian Schiller (no relation), too. These were trophies conservatives en masse hadn't been able to deliver... but which O'Keefe got in a cake walk. Lots of eyes (and no doubt some checkbooks) were thereby opened, and O'Keefe's stock soared. It went even higher when he bumped off, almost as an afterthought, NPR executive Betsy Liley. Her indiscretion, on camera, was to suggest that a Muslim organization (again O'Keefe and his people) could probably make an anonymous $5 million donation the IRS need know nothing about. It was pathetic how fast she fell, leaving another gaping hole in NPR's much vaunted "impartiality".
O'Keefe's future looks rosy indeed amongst conservatives. He delivers what they want but can't get, thereby earning their admiration, even if his methods are often suspect, illegal, even cruel. In due course, of course, he'll go too far and become, for someone younger, bolder, more outrageous, the target himself. Hero though he is to some today, he will, at that moment, fall without a kindness from anyone, a fact which will embitter him for the rest of his long life. It often happens that way in politics, an unforgiving occupation.
About The Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., where small and home-based businesses learn how to profit online. Attend Dr. Lant's live webcast TODAY and receive 50,000 free guaranteed visitors to the website of your choice! Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Facebook Maxed
Thursday, 10 March 2011
Thoughts on aging, kindnesses, and the satisfaction of a will well done and friends remembered, tangibly.
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
I am now at the stage of life where one of the unexpected pleasures is the satisfaction and serenity one gets from a will well done. Should you be a youngster of say, 45 or so, you might regard the creation of a will as the most onerous of nagging responsibilities. I know; I used to think that way myself.
One thing exacerbating that feeling for me was my mother, now gone. It was my duty, eagerly passed to me by my sister and brother; so desperate to toss this hot potato to me that they lavished unheard of compliments, sweet words, and often too, they had never rendered to me before -- or since.
They knew, Poor Old Mother (universally known as POM) would be, say, difficult, on this matter, procrastinating, exasperating, insisting. We loved her anyway... it was who she was and from whence we came.
As a result I resolved, as children will do, to do things differently when my time came.
It has come.
And I believe I am living up to my goal, both in the original creation of the will and, even more importantly, in keeping this will do-to-date and current; you see, a will while you continue to cavort on this planet is not final; it is always a work in progress. It becomes final (if you've done it right) only upon your final breath. Until then it is subject to change... a fact which you and every other person connected to this document must never forget.
There are those, of course, certain to use this fact to control their expectant heirs, to cause them irritation, frustration, even despair.Some folks, of a carping disposition, enjoy having those who will remain on this planet while you are planted 6 feet deep dance attendance, cringe, every one an incipient Uriah Heap, so very humble.... delivering ersatz sentiments along with rich auntie's daily medications.
A legion of literary works, often great like Dickens and Thackeray, or of no significance whatsoever (it is a favor to these authors not to say who) exists on the subject. Here a will, a well known plot device, is used as an implement of control, cruelty, revenge and bitterness. Those people without a sou to their names would be willing to hover; a chance at riches, even such a humiliating chance, is better than no chance at all.
But these are not the people the about-to-be- departed want to control with their wills. By no means.
They want to control the proud, the robust, the most vibrant of their would-be heirs. These, and only these, are worth controlling for to control them indicates just how much life the giver still has. To control is to live... and they mean to live on and fully even if only for an instant, life is so precious.
One who knew all this, and more, was Madame de Maintenon, morganatic wife of the greatest sovereign of all, Louis XIV. Madame knew just how steep are the stairs of the charitable. She had climbed these forbidding, humiliating stairs... and when her time came she used this profound knowledge to cause the highest in the land to wait upon her favor, which was but slowly, exquisitely given. She was a woman with a rare will indeed...
Think what Edgar Allan Poe would have made of this insight, where the testamentary, thought to be dead and gone, yet reaches a gnarled hand from within the casket, grabbing the astounded heir by the throat, shouting "I live yet!... I live yet!... I live yet!", grasping life more fervidly at the moment of its conclusion.
But I trust you are not of this tormenting, embittered mode, for I like to think well of all my readers and whilst fascinated by such cruel folk, I do not wish to dwell amongst them long, not even to augment my fortune.
I am of a different turn of mind. And my will proves it.
I wrote my will to make the ultimate disposition of my affairs easy for all. Items from my collections are carefully marked, some to be retained by the designated heir, some to be sold for cash, which will then be divided between these same heirs... and, of course, by the government, which considers itself the universal heir.
Then there are the special bequests to the special people I have known, valued, lived with and, one way and another, loved. I give these, as you should, the greatest attention, for I aim not merely to enrich with these gifts... but to define our relationship and touch them, memento mori. This is, after all, the last word to them... and it must be intimate, candid, the well considered, the ultimate truth. As such you must think long and well about what you will say.
To this group, I have now added two names, and I want you to know them, for if you are lucky you, too, can count on the same rare friends and will wish to honor them so.
I met Aime Joseph when I jumped into his cab in front of the Sheridan Commander Hotel in Cambridge. I was hurrying, distracted, as usual planning in my mind how to do what needed to be done, faster. Aime (whom I always call, with just a touch of whimsey "Mr Joseph") was as Haitians generally are, amiable, voluble, good with people. You find many driving taxis hereabouts.
He gave me his card... and that impressed me, for it's the kind of thing I do myself and what every entrepreneur should always have available, and give. He invited me to call when I had the need... and this being a thing I did often need, I did.... and did... and did...
In due course I met his sympatica wife Mercedes, with her rich heart and the tendency to giggle and say, laughing, "Oh...... Doctor Lant!", for I am the master of the trenchant line whose full meaning only emerges later. I liked them both, enormously. And they cared for me... as became apparent during an extended hospital stay where, fiercely independent though I am, I needed help... and they were there, unasked, for me. Such things one does not forget... and does well to remember.
Recently, I told them I had something important to relate... but would only tell them if they would neither thank me nor cry (for I know their lacrimose tendencies). I said I had instructed my bank to make them a liberal bequest. Though they had promised not to thank or cry, they both broke these promises, as I knew they would. Tears upon such an occasion are sweet, a benediction. And so it was with Mr. Joseph and his dear wife -- and me, for we cried together, hugging.
Reader, it is only in novels and films where the heirs are notified after the death of their benefactors. In life, it is more sensible to make all those receiving bequests fully aware of all the facts. They deserve the clarity... and you need to know them better and be thanked before you, too, go into the sweet by and by unburdened by today's distracting reality, ready to receive your own special gift. Here you will surely get as you have given.
Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Facebook Maxed
I am now at the stage of life where one of the unexpected pleasures is the satisfaction and serenity one gets from a will well done. Should you be a youngster of say, 45 or so, you might regard the creation of a will as the most onerous of nagging responsibilities. I know; I used to think that way myself.
One thing exacerbating that feeling for me was my mother, now gone. It was my duty, eagerly passed to me by my sister and brother; so desperate to toss this hot potato to me that they lavished unheard of compliments, sweet words, and often too, they had never rendered to me before -- or since.
They knew, Poor Old Mother (universally known as POM) would be, say, difficult, on this matter, procrastinating, exasperating, insisting. We loved her anyway... it was who she was and from whence we came.
As a result I resolved, as children will do, to do things differently when my time came.
It has come.
And I believe I am living up to my goal, both in the original creation of the will and, even more importantly, in keeping this will do-to-date and current; you see, a will while you continue to cavort on this planet is not final; it is always a work in progress. It becomes final (if you've done it right) only upon your final breath. Until then it is subject to change... a fact which you and every other person connected to this document must never forget.
There are those, of course, certain to use this fact to control their expectant heirs, to cause them irritation, frustration, even despair.Some folks, of a carping disposition, enjoy having those who will remain on this planet while you are planted 6 feet deep dance attendance, cringe, every one an incipient Uriah Heap, so very humble.... delivering ersatz sentiments along with rich auntie's daily medications.
A legion of literary works, often great like Dickens and Thackeray, or of no significance whatsoever (it is a favor to these authors not to say who) exists on the subject. Here a will, a well known plot device, is used as an implement of control, cruelty, revenge and bitterness. Those people without a sou to their names would be willing to hover; a chance at riches, even such a humiliating chance, is better than no chance at all.
But these are not the people the about-to-be- departed want to control with their wills. By no means.
They want to control the proud, the robust, the most vibrant of their would-be heirs. These, and only these, are worth controlling for to control them indicates just how much life the giver still has. To control is to live... and they mean to live on and fully even if only for an instant, life is so precious.
One who knew all this, and more, was Madame de Maintenon, morganatic wife of the greatest sovereign of all, Louis XIV. Madame knew just how steep are the stairs of the charitable. She had climbed these forbidding, humiliating stairs... and when her time came she used this profound knowledge to cause the highest in the land to wait upon her favor, which was but slowly, exquisitely given. She was a woman with a rare will indeed...
Think what Edgar Allan Poe would have made of this insight, where the testamentary, thought to be dead and gone, yet reaches a gnarled hand from within the casket, grabbing the astounded heir by the throat, shouting "I live yet!... I live yet!... I live yet!", grasping life more fervidly at the moment of its conclusion.
But I trust you are not of this tormenting, embittered mode, for I like to think well of all my readers and whilst fascinated by such cruel folk, I do not wish to dwell amongst them long, not even to augment my fortune.
I am of a different turn of mind. And my will proves it.
I wrote my will to make the ultimate disposition of my affairs easy for all. Items from my collections are carefully marked, some to be retained by the designated heir, some to be sold for cash, which will then be divided between these same heirs... and, of course, by the government, which considers itself the universal heir.
Then there are the special bequests to the special people I have known, valued, lived with and, one way and another, loved. I give these, as you should, the greatest attention, for I aim not merely to enrich with these gifts... but to define our relationship and touch them, memento mori. This is, after all, the last word to them... and it must be intimate, candid, the well considered, the ultimate truth. As such you must think long and well about what you will say.
To this group, I have now added two names, and I want you to know them, for if you are lucky you, too, can count on the same rare friends and will wish to honor them so.
I met Aime Joseph when I jumped into his cab in front of the Sheridan Commander Hotel in Cambridge. I was hurrying, distracted, as usual planning in my mind how to do what needed to be done, faster. Aime (whom I always call, with just a touch of whimsey "Mr Joseph") was as Haitians generally are, amiable, voluble, good with people. You find many driving taxis hereabouts.
He gave me his card... and that impressed me, for it's the kind of thing I do myself and what every entrepreneur should always have available, and give. He invited me to call when I had the need... and this being a thing I did often need, I did.... and did... and did...
In due course I met his sympatica wife Mercedes, with her rich heart and the tendency to giggle and say, laughing, "Oh...... Doctor Lant!", for I am the master of the trenchant line whose full meaning only emerges later. I liked them both, enormously. And they cared for me... as became apparent during an extended hospital stay where, fiercely independent though I am, I needed help... and they were there, unasked, for me. Such things one does not forget... and does well to remember.
Recently, I told them I had something important to relate... but would only tell them if they would neither thank me nor cry (for I know their lacrimose tendencies). I said I had instructed my bank to make them a liberal bequest. Though they had promised not to thank or cry, they both broke these promises, as I knew they would. Tears upon such an occasion are sweet, a benediction. And so it was with Mr. Joseph and his dear wife -- and me, for we cried together, hugging.
Reader, it is only in novels and films where the heirs are notified after the death of their benefactors. In life, it is more sensible to make all those receiving bequests fully aware of all the facts. They deserve the clarity... and you need to know them better and be thanked before you, too, go into the sweet by and by unburdened by today's distracting reality, ready to receive your own special gift. Here you will surely get as you have given.
Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Facebook Maxed
Wednesday, 9 March 2011
On Charlie Sheen. Quite possibly the most stupid, clueless, arrogant man in America, self-destruction his specialty.
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
Until a day or two ago, your salary was $1.8 million dollars a WEEK, with a plethora of lucrative side deals, too.
You were the highest paid television personality... and had more of the same to come.
Your face was (almost) as well known as the President's, and you had your own bully pulpit for odd comments, half-baked political opinions, bombast, and fatuity.
You are Charlie Sheen and the world (particularly those glued to the tube) is fascinated by what you did this week... and why you did it.
Some facts about Charlie.
He was born Carlos Irwin Estevez, September 3, 1965 in New York City. He has a famous father (Martin Sheen), a less famous mother (Janet Templeton) and three siblings of various degrees of fame and fortune.
Until he took up his true metier -- grandiloquence and self-parody --- he was an actor of increasing renown. His character roles in films have included Chris Taylor in the 1986 Vietnam War drama "Platoon," Jake Kesey ini the 1986 film "The Wraith", and Bud Fox in the 1987 film "Wall Street." He has also appeared in comedic films.
On television, Sheen is known for his roles on two sitcoms: Charlie Crawford on "Spin City" and as Charlie Harper on "Two and a Half Men."
His net worth, based on this oeuvre, is estimated to be $85 million.
Unfortunately, Sheen is an example of a person who feels that success in his chosen field gives him the God-sanctioned right to run amuck, hurting others as he goes.
Thus as his bank balance escalated, so did the number of illegal, immoral and just plain dumb incidents, with Charlie never wrong, always right, a textbook example of self-righteousness and self-delusion, and always giving pain. His legion of fans watched and shrugged. He made them laugh, and that was all they cared about.
Item: Sheen has been married three times and has five children, including one with his former high school girlfriend, Paula Profit. These women can all testify to Sheen's disdain for women and his physical abuse. Sheen seems to operate on the assumption that to have a woman without mauling her (not to mention the psychological damage) is an insult to his machismo. To avenge this slur on his honor, he hurts them some more.
Because fidelity is not part of his creed, Sheen also dabbles in female porno stars like Ginger Lynn and Heather Hunter. I suspect these tele-cuties are Sheen's favorites since they fulfill fantasies... and can be discarded as the industry delivers new delectations for his amusement.
Item: In 1995 Sheen married, as his first wife, Donna Peele. It was that year, he also figured prominently in the Heidi Fleiss affair, no doubt justifying his wandering eye by pointing out just how many husbands were serviced (then embarrassed) by this notorious madam. Charlie had cash to burn and celebrity status. Women were playthings, casually acquired, often expensively thrown away. As Tina Turner said, "What's love got to do with it?" Charlie could calibrate his answer to a fine point.
Item: On May 20, 1998 Sheen overdosed on self-injected cocaine and was hospitalized. A warrant was issued for his arrest, and Sheen was sent to rehab.
Item: On June 15, 2002, two years after they met on the set of the movie (ironically) titled "Good Advice", Sheen married actress Denise Richards. In March, 2005, after bearing two daughters Richards filed for divorce citing Sheen's alcohol and drugs abuse and (now customary) threats of violence. In the custody dispute that followed, Richards was graphic in what passed for marital bliss chez Sheen.
But Charlie was just getting started in his egregious avocation of selecting and injuring his victims.
Another item: In 2009, Sheen was arrested and released from jail after posting an $8,500 bond. According to Debbie Kendrick of Pitkin County Jail, Sheen was charged with felony menacing as well as third-degree assault and criminal mischief. According to a story by Associated Press reporter Solomon Banda, he was "sentenced to 30 days in a rehabilitation center, 30 days of probation, and 36 hours of anger management" and will be unable legally to possess a gun for the rest of his life.
While Charlie was perfecting his well-tempered skills for fracas and mayhem, his show "Two and a Half Men" (the lead part he garnered in 2003) soared in popularity, in part because of its crucial placement after "Everybody Loves Raymond" Monday nights.
Charlie was now very, very rich... and very, very out of control. He enjoyed the combination...
Charlie now took dead aim at the hand that was feeding him -- Warner Bros. He wanted them to know he didn't know the old adage about not biting it. Rather he did so frequently, belligerently, outrageously. After all, Charlie took everything personally, and was adept at the alchemy of turning good fortune into bile.
Warner Bros. tolerated it most of the time. After all, Charlie was well and truly the golden boy. But Charlie demanded apologies for nothing and everything and took umbrage when he didn't get them, even if nothing had occurred to warrant such obeisance. What did he care for truth, justice, and the American way; he was the real Superman, and if he said he should get an apology, by goodness he meant to get it -- or else.
Warner Bros., be it to their eternal credit, tried hard to appease the unappeasable Charlie. He made it more and more difficult, with more and more moments of rancor, physical violence, drug abuse. Early in 2011, Charlie decided to up the ante. On February 28, 2011, during a national television interview in his home he demanded an immediate 50% raise in his salary -- or else. His language, as always, was often less than Webster's Dictionary... but his menacing message was clear and was public to boot.
Warner Bros. had enough and on March 7, 2011, CBS and Warner Bros. fired him... whereupon Charlie, always being Charlie, disseminated language- challenged e-mails and misspelled vituperations. The gravy train had stopped, perhaps forever.
What is the message for all of us in this riveting drama? First, to avoid Charlie Sheen at all costs. He is very bad news, indeed. Then, when considering what he has done to so many, to do the reverse. It is a prescription for serenity and sainthood, neither of which Charlie Sheen will ever see, for all that he's named after a famous archbishop, camera-ready Fulton J. Sheen. He had his troubles, too.
About The Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., where small and home-based businesses learn how to profit online. Attend Dr. Lant's live webcast TODAY and receive 50,000 free guaranteed visitors to the website of your choice! Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Auto Profit Sniper
Until a day or two ago, your salary was $1.8 million dollars a WEEK, with a plethora of lucrative side deals, too.
You were the highest paid television personality... and had more of the same to come.
Your face was (almost) as well known as the President's, and you had your own bully pulpit for odd comments, half-baked political opinions, bombast, and fatuity.
You are Charlie Sheen and the world (particularly those glued to the tube) is fascinated by what you did this week... and why you did it.
Some facts about Charlie.
He was born Carlos Irwin Estevez, September 3, 1965 in New York City. He has a famous father (Martin Sheen), a less famous mother (Janet Templeton) and three siblings of various degrees of fame and fortune.
Until he took up his true metier -- grandiloquence and self-parody --- he was an actor of increasing renown. His character roles in films have included Chris Taylor in the 1986 Vietnam War drama "Platoon," Jake Kesey ini the 1986 film "The Wraith", and Bud Fox in the 1987 film "Wall Street." He has also appeared in comedic films.
On television, Sheen is known for his roles on two sitcoms: Charlie Crawford on "Spin City" and as Charlie Harper on "Two and a Half Men."
His net worth, based on this oeuvre, is estimated to be $85 million.
Unfortunately, Sheen is an example of a person who feels that success in his chosen field gives him the God-sanctioned right to run amuck, hurting others as he goes.
Thus as his bank balance escalated, so did the number of illegal, immoral and just plain dumb incidents, with Charlie never wrong, always right, a textbook example of self-righteousness and self-delusion, and always giving pain. His legion of fans watched and shrugged. He made them laugh, and that was all they cared about.
Item: Sheen has been married three times and has five children, including one with his former high school girlfriend, Paula Profit. These women can all testify to Sheen's disdain for women and his physical abuse. Sheen seems to operate on the assumption that to have a woman without mauling her (not to mention the psychological damage) is an insult to his machismo. To avenge this slur on his honor, he hurts them some more.
Because fidelity is not part of his creed, Sheen also dabbles in female porno stars like Ginger Lynn and Heather Hunter. I suspect these tele-cuties are Sheen's favorites since they fulfill fantasies... and can be discarded as the industry delivers new delectations for his amusement.
Item: In 1995 Sheen married, as his first wife, Donna Peele. It was that year, he also figured prominently in the Heidi Fleiss affair, no doubt justifying his wandering eye by pointing out just how many husbands were serviced (then embarrassed) by this notorious madam. Charlie had cash to burn and celebrity status. Women were playthings, casually acquired, often expensively thrown away. As Tina Turner said, "What's love got to do with it?" Charlie could calibrate his answer to a fine point.
Item: On May 20, 1998 Sheen overdosed on self-injected cocaine and was hospitalized. A warrant was issued for his arrest, and Sheen was sent to rehab.
Item: On June 15, 2002, two years after they met on the set of the movie (ironically) titled "Good Advice", Sheen married actress Denise Richards. In March, 2005, after bearing two daughters Richards filed for divorce citing Sheen's alcohol and drugs abuse and (now customary) threats of violence. In the custody dispute that followed, Richards was graphic in what passed for marital bliss chez Sheen.
But Charlie was just getting started in his egregious avocation of selecting and injuring his victims.
Another item: In 2009, Sheen was arrested and released from jail after posting an $8,500 bond. According to Debbie Kendrick of Pitkin County Jail, Sheen was charged with felony menacing as well as third-degree assault and criminal mischief. According to a story by Associated Press reporter Solomon Banda, he was "sentenced to 30 days in a rehabilitation center, 30 days of probation, and 36 hours of anger management" and will be unable legally to possess a gun for the rest of his life.
While Charlie was perfecting his well-tempered skills for fracas and mayhem, his show "Two and a Half Men" (the lead part he garnered in 2003) soared in popularity, in part because of its crucial placement after "Everybody Loves Raymond" Monday nights.
Charlie was now very, very rich... and very, very out of control. He enjoyed the combination...
Charlie now took dead aim at the hand that was feeding him -- Warner Bros. He wanted them to know he didn't know the old adage about not biting it. Rather he did so frequently, belligerently, outrageously. After all, Charlie took everything personally, and was adept at the alchemy of turning good fortune into bile.
Warner Bros. tolerated it most of the time. After all, Charlie was well and truly the golden boy. But Charlie demanded apologies for nothing and everything and took umbrage when he didn't get them, even if nothing had occurred to warrant such obeisance. What did he care for truth, justice, and the American way; he was the real Superman, and if he said he should get an apology, by goodness he meant to get it -- or else.
Warner Bros., be it to their eternal credit, tried hard to appease the unappeasable Charlie. He made it more and more difficult, with more and more moments of rancor, physical violence, drug abuse. Early in 2011, Charlie decided to up the ante. On February 28, 2011, during a national television interview in his home he demanded an immediate 50% raise in his salary -- or else. His language, as always, was often less than Webster's Dictionary... but his menacing message was clear and was public to boot.
Warner Bros. had enough and on March 7, 2011, CBS and Warner Bros. fired him... whereupon Charlie, always being Charlie, disseminated language- challenged e-mails and misspelled vituperations. The gravy train had stopped, perhaps forever.
What is the message for all of us in this riveting drama? First, to avoid Charlie Sheen at all costs. He is very bad news, indeed. Then, when considering what he has done to so many, to do the reverse. It is a prescription for serenity and sainthood, neither of which Charlie Sheen will ever see, for all that he's named after a famous archbishop, camera-ready Fulton J. Sheen. He had his troubles, too.
About The Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., where small and home-based businesses learn how to profit online. Attend Dr. Lant's live webcast TODAY and receive 50,000 free guaranteed visitors to the website of your choice! Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Auto Profit Sniper
Tuesday, 8 March 2011
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What Is This Secret 2.7 Billion free traffic Loophole?
Well, I was lucky enough to secure an early copy of the system so I could test it out and give it an honest review. I must say it's unlike anything else on the market.
The site, although it seems like hype is honest and true... This system really does work on autopilot and the earnings are REAL!
I can confirm I've seen live proof of this pulling in $1,864,697 in just 8 months
And I've also seen the live log-in tests done by Adam to produce $1,291 in just 24
hours starting from scratch.
You can see some proof yourself at the site now it's live:
http://XXXX.blogap.hop.clickbank.net
So here's what to expect...
You'll get access to an easy to follow system that exploits this free traffic loophole and directs huge amounts of traffic to whatever offer you want
So you can get commissions for it
There's no fluff or filler, just a killer step-by-step process for exploiting this underground loophole
Now the exciting news...
I've been testing it for the 2 days since I got my hands on it.
The Results...
Well I'm hontestly amazed... I've actually made $1,749 already
I was shocked at how you can really start earning money in the first 24 hours like
the proof video showed... But it's true, you can
I didn't expect this but I can honestly say this is the one product I'd recommend 100% if you need money fast and don't want to wait months for results.
Adam really isn't been hypey when he says this site will be the most important you visit all year.
Now, there are only a limited number (300 to be exact but most have been sold) so it may have sold out by now but if not then grab a copy while you can. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Auto Profit Sniper
Monday, 7 March 2011
A newt, not a whale. The man who will never be king. Newton Leroy Gingrich, the first (almost) official GOP presidential candidate for 2012.
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
To love yourself is the beginning of a life-long romance. -- Oscar Wilde, from the play "An Ideal Husband." (1895)
Your name is Newt Gingrich, and you have the worst possible case of Potomac Fever. It's a well known malady which causes most every elected official who comes to Washington, D.C. to wake up of a morning and see not himself "Senator X" or "Representative Y") in the mirror, but...."Ladies and Gentlemen, The President of the United States..."
There is no known cure for this pestilential fever which causes distress in two ways: it afflicts the person who has it and it also afflicts all who watch him groping with its itchy manifestations. In this way, as we citizens of the great Republic know so well, it afflicts us all, citizens arguably the worst.
And now Newton Leroy Gingrich is demanding that we help him overcome his unendurable plight by making him what in his mind's eye he was born to be....
... Hint, Hint, More Hints..
For weeks now, Newt Gingrich has been doing what victims of Potomac Fever find themselves doing: he has been dropping hints as subtle as an attack of diarrhea in an elevator that he is certainly thinking of... is giving serious consideration to... means to announce soon that....
The most recent of these entirely unsubtle allusions was carried (far in the inside of the paper and down at the bottom of the page) March 4, 2011. Here, as if for the first time, he told the world he and his wife are looking at a presidential bid and will methodically and carefully lay out the ground work... which is another way of saying he's already bought the cut-away he plans to wear as he takes the oath of office.
The fact that Newt Gingrich is without a single supporter (unless he is married or otherwise related to them)... that he is a washed-up has been with more baggage than Greyhound.... that he has already scandalized the nation one time after another... all this is irrelevant.
What we citizens see so well, the ludicrous impossibility of Newt, concerns him not at all. He is a walkin', talkin', sure he is loved by America guy... with the plan for his presidential library in his pocket. (Would you like to make your fully tax deductible contribution, entitling you to sit in a bona fide replica of the president's chair from the Oval Office?)
But Newt has seen the corridors of power; indeed, he was once, when (58th) Speaker of the U.S. House of Representatives (1995-1999) a Power in the Land... Time Magazine's Person of the Year for 1995... a man who changed the political face of the nation by masterminding the first Republican majority in that House in 40 years.
It was real... it was heady... it was short lived. Indeed, the reasons for Newt's abbreviated tenure in real power are the reasons he will never be president in 2012, or ever, though his malignant case of Potomac Fever precludes him seeing the situation as it is.
Item: In the House Banking scandal, where so many congressmen wrote rubber checks on government money, Newt bounced with the best of them, 22 times, including a tax payment to the IRS.
Item: He made a very lucrative book deal with Harper Collins publisher. This company was owned by media mogul Rupert Murdoch, a man who needed favors from those in high places and had the wherewithal to get them. Just a week after Newt was offered his $4.5 million deal, he started helping Murdoch and his empire out of some tight regulatory issues. Quid pro quo? Certainly not asserted Newt... but his ever-changing explanation only made more people more seriously scrutinize... and doubt. In due course so many of his House colleagues had doubts about the egregious Newt that they got rid of the man who had, more than anyone, given them their majority. That said everything.
There were, too, the issues with women. He likes 'em... as 3 wives, and lots of "dates" can affirm. The tabloids will have a field day... whenever they need to sell more papers... which means every day. To be sure, the nation is accustomed now to presidents with out-of-control egos and libidos (quick, can you say 'Jack Kennnedy'?) But Newt's (real) amatory adventures give (fictional) Don Giovanni's a run for the money. As a result you can rest assured that during a Gingrich Administration you won't hear Leporello's jaunty aria in concert at the White House. Here's how it opens.
My dear lady, this is a list Of the beauties my master has loved, A list which I have compiled. Observe, read along with me.In Italy, six hundred and forty; In Germany, two hundred and thirty-one; A hundred in France; in Turkey, ninety-one; In Spain already one thousand and three. Among these are peasant girls, Maidservants, city girls, Countesses, baronesses, Marchionesses, princesses, Women of every rank, Every shape, every age.
Sadly, Gingrich's amours feel towards him as Don Giovanni's felt towards that maestro.Said ex-wife Marianne, "I don't want him to be president and I don't think he should be." Other published comments are less, well, restrained.
He who cannot forget is forced to remember.
More than any other presidential candidate, Gingrich is about the past. An historical figure who changed the political dynamic of the greatest country on each, whatever legitimacy he has as a candidate stems from the things he did while U.S. House Speaker. It provides him with the limited credibility he has... while providing his (legion of) detractors with an endless supply of booby traps and mud pies. Gingrich, a trained historian and the author of many histories (amongst his 23 books) must know this. But Potomac Fever precludes his seeing the matter clearly, thoroughly, without sentiment, desire, emotion. That is completely beyond those afflicted.
Newt cannot forget that he was, really and truly, just two heartbeats away from being President of the United States. He cannot forget the dozens of politicians whose careers he launched. They owe him. He cannot forget he helped deliver a balanced federal budget, for the fist time since 1969. He cannot forget....
... but you get the picture. He is a Proustian man of times gone forever, the Michael J. Fox of candidates, looking back to the future. He hasn't a prayer (whether from his Baptist past or Roman Catholic present). We know it. He doesn't. Which is why we in America love watching our national blood sport, politics, so very much.
About The Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., where small and home-based businesses learn how to profit online. Attend Dr. Lant's live webcast TODAY and receive 50,000 free guaranteed visitors to the website of your choice! Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Get Facebook Ads Free -> http://umamba07.fbadsfree.hop.clickbank.net
To love yourself is the beginning of a life-long romance. -- Oscar Wilde, from the play "An Ideal Husband." (1895)
Your name is Newt Gingrich, and you have the worst possible case of Potomac Fever. It's a well known malady which causes most every elected official who comes to Washington, D.C. to wake up of a morning and see not himself "Senator X" or "Representative Y") in the mirror, but...."Ladies and Gentlemen, The President of the United States..."
There is no known cure for this pestilential fever which causes distress in two ways: it afflicts the person who has it and it also afflicts all who watch him groping with its itchy manifestations. In this way, as we citizens of the great Republic know so well, it afflicts us all, citizens arguably the worst.
And now Newton Leroy Gingrich is demanding that we help him overcome his unendurable plight by making him what in his mind's eye he was born to be....
... Hint, Hint, More Hints..
For weeks now, Newt Gingrich has been doing what victims of Potomac Fever find themselves doing: he has been dropping hints as subtle as an attack of diarrhea in an elevator that he is certainly thinking of... is giving serious consideration to... means to announce soon that....
The most recent of these entirely unsubtle allusions was carried (far in the inside of the paper and down at the bottom of the page) March 4, 2011. Here, as if for the first time, he told the world he and his wife are looking at a presidential bid and will methodically and carefully lay out the ground work... which is another way of saying he's already bought the cut-away he plans to wear as he takes the oath of office.
The fact that Newt Gingrich is without a single supporter (unless he is married or otherwise related to them)... that he is a washed-up has been with more baggage than Greyhound.... that he has already scandalized the nation one time after another... all this is irrelevant.
What we citizens see so well, the ludicrous impossibility of Newt, concerns him not at all. He is a walkin', talkin', sure he is loved by America guy... with the plan for his presidential library in his pocket. (Would you like to make your fully tax deductible contribution, entitling you to sit in a bona fide replica of the president's chair from the Oval Office?)
But Newt has seen the corridors of power; indeed, he was once, when (58th) Speaker of the U.S. House of Representatives (1995-1999) a Power in the Land... Time Magazine's Person of the Year for 1995... a man who changed the political face of the nation by masterminding the first Republican majority in that House in 40 years.
It was real... it was heady... it was short lived. Indeed, the reasons for Newt's abbreviated tenure in real power are the reasons he will never be president in 2012, or ever, though his malignant case of Potomac Fever precludes him seeing the situation as it is.
Item: In the House Banking scandal, where so many congressmen wrote rubber checks on government money, Newt bounced with the best of them, 22 times, including a tax payment to the IRS.
Item: He made a very lucrative book deal with Harper Collins publisher. This company was owned by media mogul Rupert Murdoch, a man who needed favors from those in high places and had the wherewithal to get them. Just a week after Newt was offered his $4.5 million deal, he started helping Murdoch and his empire out of some tight regulatory issues. Quid pro quo? Certainly not asserted Newt... but his ever-changing explanation only made more people more seriously scrutinize... and doubt. In due course so many of his House colleagues had doubts about the egregious Newt that they got rid of the man who had, more than anyone, given them their majority. That said everything.
There were, too, the issues with women. He likes 'em... as 3 wives, and lots of "dates" can affirm. The tabloids will have a field day... whenever they need to sell more papers... which means every day. To be sure, the nation is accustomed now to presidents with out-of-control egos and libidos (quick, can you say 'Jack Kennnedy'?) But Newt's (real) amatory adventures give (fictional) Don Giovanni's a run for the money. As a result you can rest assured that during a Gingrich Administration you won't hear Leporello's jaunty aria in concert at the White House. Here's how it opens.
My dear lady, this is a list Of the beauties my master has loved, A list which I have compiled. Observe, read along with me.In Italy, six hundred and forty; In Germany, two hundred and thirty-one; A hundred in France; in Turkey, ninety-one; In Spain already one thousand and three. Among these are peasant girls, Maidservants, city girls, Countesses, baronesses, Marchionesses, princesses, Women of every rank, Every shape, every age.
Sadly, Gingrich's amours feel towards him as Don Giovanni's felt towards that maestro.Said ex-wife Marianne, "I don't want him to be president and I don't think he should be." Other published comments are less, well, restrained.
He who cannot forget is forced to remember.
More than any other presidential candidate, Gingrich is about the past. An historical figure who changed the political dynamic of the greatest country on each, whatever legitimacy he has as a candidate stems from the things he did while U.S. House Speaker. It provides him with the limited credibility he has... while providing his (legion of) detractors with an endless supply of booby traps and mud pies. Gingrich, a trained historian and the author of many histories (amongst his 23 books) must know this. But Potomac Fever precludes his seeing the matter clearly, thoroughly, without sentiment, desire, emotion. That is completely beyond those afflicted.
Newt cannot forget that he was, really and truly, just two heartbeats away from being President of the United States. He cannot forget the dozens of politicians whose careers he launched. They owe him. He cannot forget he helped deliver a balanced federal budget, for the fist time since 1969. He cannot forget....
... but you get the picture. He is a Proustian man of times gone forever, the Michael J. Fox of candidates, looking back to the future. He hasn't a prayer (whether from his Baptist past or Roman Catholic present). We know it. He doesn't. Which is why we in America love watching our national blood sport, politics, so very much.
About The Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., where small and home-based businesses learn how to profit online. Attend Dr. Lant's live webcast TODAY and receive 50,000 free guaranteed visitors to the website of your choice! Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Get Facebook Ads Free -> http://umamba07.fbadsfree.hop.clickbank.net
Saturday, 5 March 2011
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
To love yourself is the beginning of a life-long romance. -- Oscar Wilde, from the play "An Ideal Husband." (1895)
Your name is Newt Gingrich, and you have the worst possible case of Potomac Fever. It's a well known malady which causes most every elected official who comes to Washington, D.C. to wake up of a morning and see not himself "Senator X" or "Representative Y") in the mirror, but...."Ladies and Gentlemen, The President of the United States..."
There is no known cure for this pestilential fever which causes distress in two ways: it afflicts the person who has it and it also afflicts all who watch him groping with its itchy manifestations. In this way, as we citizens of the great Republic know so well, it afflicts us all, citizens arguably the worst.
And now Newton Leroy Gingrich is demanding that we help him overcome his unendurable plight by making him what in his mind's eye he was born to be....
... Hint, Hint, More Hints..
For weeks now, Newt Gingrich has been doing what victims of Potomac Fever find themselves doing: he has been dropping hints as subtle as an attack of diarrhea in an elevator that he is certainly thinking of... is giving serious consideration to... means to announce soon that....
The most recent of these entirely unsubtle allusions was carried (far in the inside of the paper and down at the bottom of the page) March 4, 2011. Here, as if for the first time, he told the world he and his wife are looking at a presidential bid and will methodically and carefully lay out the ground work... which is another way of saying he's already bought the cut-away he plans to wear as he takes the oath of office.
The fact that Newt Gingrich is without a single supporter (unless he is married or otherwise related to them)... that he is a washed-up has been with more baggage than Greyhound.... that he has already scandalized the nation one time after another... all this is irrelevant.
What we citizens see so well, the ludicrous impossibility of Newt, concerns him not at all. He is a walkin', talkin', sure he is loved by America guy... with the plan for his presidential library in his pocket. (Would you like to make your fully tax deductible contribution, entitling you to sit in a bona fide replica of the president's chair from the Oval Office?)
But Newt has seen the corridors of power; indeed, he was once, when (58th) Speaker of the U.S. House of Representatives (1995-1999) a Power in the Land... Time Magazine's Person of the Year for 1995... a man who changed the political face of the nation by masterminding the first Republican majority in that House in 40 years.
It was real... it was heady... it was short lived. Indeed, the reasons for Newt's abbreviated tenure in real power are the reasons he will never be president in 2012, or ever, though his malignant case of Potomac Fever precludes him seeing the situation as it is.
Item: In the House Banking scandal, where so many congressmen wrote rubber checks on government money, Newt bounced with the best of them, 22 times, including a tax payment to the IRS.
Item: He made a very lucrative book deal with Harper Collins publisher. This company was owned by media mogul Rupert Murdoch, a man who needed favors from those in high places and had the wherewithal to get them. Just a week after Newt was offered his $4.5 million deal, he started helping Murdoch and his empire out of some tight regulatory issues. Quid pro quo? Certainly not asserted Newt... but his ever-changing explanation only made more people more seriously scrutinize... and doubt. In due course so many of his House colleagues had doubts about the egregious Newt that they got rid of the man who had, more than anyone, given them their majority. That said everything.
There were, too, the issues with women. He likes 'em... as 3 wives, and lots of "dates" can affirm. The tabloids will have a field day... whenever they need to sell more papers... which means every day. To be sure, the nation is accustomed now to presidents with out-of-control egos and libidos (quick, can you say 'Jack Kennnedy'?) But Newt's (real) amatory adventures give (fictional) Don Giovanni's a run for the money. As a result you can rest assured that during a Gingrich Administration you won't hear Leporello's jaunty aria in concert at the White House. Here's how it opens.
My dear lady, this is a list Of the beauties my master has loved, A list which I have compiled. Observe, read along with me.In Italy, six hundred and forty; In Germany, two hundred and thirty-one; A hundred in France; in Turkey, ninety-one; In Spain already one thousand and three. Among these are peasant girls, Maidservants, city girls, Countesses, baronesses, Marchionesses, princesses, Women of every rank, Every shape, every age.
Sadly, Gingrich's amours feel towards him as Don Giovanni's felt towards that maestro.Said ex-wife Marianne, "I don't want him to be president and I don't think he should be." Other published comments are less, well, restrained.
He who cannot forget is forced to remember.
More than any other presidential candidate, Gingrich is about the past. An historical figure who changed the political dynamic of the greatest country on each, whatever legitimacy he has as a candidate stems from the things he did while U.S. House Speaker. It provides him with the limited credibility he has... while providing his (legion of) detractors with an endless supply of booby traps and mud pies. Gingrich, a trained historian and the author of many histories (amongst his 23 books) must know this. But Potomac Fever precludes his seeing the matter clearly, thoroughly, without sentiment, desire, emotion. That is completely beyond those afflicted.
Newt cannot forget that he was, really and truly, just two heartbeats away from being President of the United States. He cannot forget the dozens of politicians whose careers he launched. They owe him. He cannot forget he helped deliver a balanced federal budget, for the fist time since 1969. He cannot forget....
... but you get the picture. He is a Proustian man of times gone forever, the Michael J. Fox of candidates, looking back to the future. He hasn't a prayer (whether from his Baptist past or Roman Catholic present). We know it. He doesn't. Which is why we in America love watching our national blood sport, politics, so very much.
About The Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., where small and home-based businesses learn how to profit online. Attend Dr. Lant's live webcast TODAY and receive 50,000 free guaranteed visitors to the website of your choice! Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Get Facebook Ads Free
To love yourself is the beginning of a life-long romance. -- Oscar Wilde, from the play "An Ideal Husband." (1895)
Your name is Newt Gingrich, and you have the worst possible case of Potomac Fever. It's a well known malady which causes most every elected official who comes to Washington, D.C. to wake up of a morning and see not himself "Senator X" or "Representative Y") in the mirror, but...."Ladies and Gentlemen, The President of the United States..."
There is no known cure for this pestilential fever which causes distress in two ways: it afflicts the person who has it and it also afflicts all who watch him groping with its itchy manifestations. In this way, as we citizens of the great Republic know so well, it afflicts us all, citizens arguably the worst.
And now Newton Leroy Gingrich is demanding that we help him overcome his unendurable plight by making him what in his mind's eye he was born to be....
... Hint, Hint, More Hints..
For weeks now, Newt Gingrich has been doing what victims of Potomac Fever find themselves doing: he has been dropping hints as subtle as an attack of diarrhea in an elevator that he is certainly thinking of... is giving serious consideration to... means to announce soon that....
The most recent of these entirely unsubtle allusions was carried (far in the inside of the paper and down at the bottom of the page) March 4, 2011. Here, as if for the first time, he told the world he and his wife are looking at a presidential bid and will methodically and carefully lay out the ground work... which is another way of saying he's already bought the cut-away he plans to wear as he takes the oath of office.
The fact that Newt Gingrich is without a single supporter (unless he is married or otherwise related to them)... that he is a washed-up has been with more baggage than Greyhound.... that he has already scandalized the nation one time after another... all this is irrelevant.
What we citizens see so well, the ludicrous impossibility of Newt, concerns him not at all. He is a walkin', talkin', sure he is loved by America guy... with the plan for his presidential library in his pocket. (Would you like to make your fully tax deductible contribution, entitling you to sit in a bona fide replica of the president's chair from the Oval Office?)
But Newt has seen the corridors of power; indeed, he was once, when (58th) Speaker of the U.S. House of Representatives (1995-1999) a Power in the Land... Time Magazine's Person of the Year for 1995... a man who changed the political face of the nation by masterminding the first Republican majority in that House in 40 years.
It was real... it was heady... it was short lived. Indeed, the reasons for Newt's abbreviated tenure in real power are the reasons he will never be president in 2012, or ever, though his malignant case of Potomac Fever precludes him seeing the situation as it is.
Item: In the House Banking scandal, where so many congressmen wrote rubber checks on government money, Newt bounced with the best of them, 22 times, including a tax payment to the IRS.
Item: He made a very lucrative book deal with Harper Collins publisher. This company was owned by media mogul Rupert Murdoch, a man who needed favors from those in high places and had the wherewithal to get them. Just a week after Newt was offered his $4.5 million deal, he started helping Murdoch and his empire out of some tight regulatory issues. Quid pro quo? Certainly not asserted Newt... but his ever-changing explanation only made more people more seriously scrutinize... and doubt. In due course so many of his House colleagues had doubts about the egregious Newt that they got rid of the man who had, more than anyone, given them their majority. That said everything.
There were, too, the issues with women. He likes 'em... as 3 wives, and lots of "dates" can affirm. The tabloids will have a field day... whenever they need to sell more papers... which means every day. To be sure, the nation is accustomed now to presidents with out-of-control egos and libidos (quick, can you say 'Jack Kennnedy'?) But Newt's (real) amatory adventures give (fictional) Don Giovanni's a run for the money. As a result you can rest assured that during a Gingrich Administration you won't hear Leporello's jaunty aria in concert at the White House. Here's how it opens.
My dear lady, this is a list Of the beauties my master has loved, A list which I have compiled. Observe, read along with me.In Italy, six hundred and forty; In Germany, two hundred and thirty-one; A hundred in France; in Turkey, ninety-one; In Spain already one thousand and three. Among these are peasant girls, Maidservants, city girls, Countesses, baronesses, Marchionesses, princesses, Women of every rank, Every shape, every age.
Sadly, Gingrich's amours feel towards him as Don Giovanni's felt towards that maestro.Said ex-wife Marianne, "I don't want him to be president and I don't think he should be." Other published comments are less, well, restrained.
He who cannot forget is forced to remember.
More than any other presidential candidate, Gingrich is about the past. An historical figure who changed the political dynamic of the greatest country on each, whatever legitimacy he has as a candidate stems from the things he did while U.S. House Speaker. It provides him with the limited credibility he has... while providing his (legion of) detractors with an endless supply of booby traps and mud pies. Gingrich, a trained historian and the author of many histories (amongst his 23 books) must know this. But Potomac Fever precludes his seeing the matter clearly, thoroughly, without sentiment, desire, emotion. That is completely beyond those afflicted.
Newt cannot forget that he was, really and truly, just two heartbeats away from being President of the United States. He cannot forget the dozens of politicians whose careers he launched. They owe him. He cannot forget he helped deliver a balanced federal budget, for the fist time since 1969. He cannot forget....
... but you get the picture. He is a Proustian man of times gone forever, the Michael J. Fox of candidates, looking back to the future. He hasn't a prayer (whether from his Baptist past or Roman Catholic present). We know it. He doesn't. Which is why we in America love watching our national blood sport, politics, so very much.
About The Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., where small and home-based businesses learn how to profit online. Attend Dr. Lant's live webcast TODAY and receive 50,000 free guaranteed visitors to the website of your choice! Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Get Facebook Ads Free
Thursday, 3 March 2011
An appreciation for the life of the Reverend Peter Gomes, Plummer Professor of Christian Morals and Pusey Minister at Memorial Church, Harvard Univer
by Dr. Jeffrey Lant
My Cambridge, Massachusetts neighborhood, where the soaring steeple of Harvard's Memorial Church is so prominent, reminding us of the eternity to come, is today in mourning for a man of God, of grace, and an affability so distinctive it was his own special concoction, enjoyed by all. The Reverend Peter Gomes is dead at 68, February 28, 2011. Our world is a duller, less amiable place, his crucial support of pluralism, acceptance, and love bereft of a paladin.
A journey so improbable it had to be real.
Peter Gomes, born May 22, 1942, started his journey in Plymouth, Massachusetts, the very place the Puritans arrived to colonize a great nation and control (so they thought) its destiny. Peter Gomes must have found that quaint notion piquant, and he would, in due course, inject an irony into the tale that must have pleased him, for he was mischievous to a degree.
For you see, Gomes had none of the blue blood and Mayflower pretensions about him. He was well and truly the descendant of the Fulani, Tikar, and Hausa peoples of West Africa. He had DNA test results to prove it. More recently, through his father, he was descended from Portuguese Jews and the Cape Verde Islands. Gomes' idiosyncratic journey began, therefore, at conception.
As a result, he had virtually everything about him that would irritate the shredding remnants of the lordly fathers of the Commonwealth, who claimed primacy hereabouts, especially at their own educational bastion, Harvard. The first time I ever heard Gomes' name was when one of these notables, with a name of high renown, called him an "Oreo", a black man pretending to be white. It was a notable slur, and it was Peter Gomes' reality. You little know the man or his achievements, unless you understand this.
Set against the immensity of the task before him he had one over arching benefit: he was the most affable of men. All his life he had this at his command, and he rose on this from the very first, perfecting his skills as he learned how invaluable, how necessary they were.
Right from the start this affability was present. In white Plymouth, the only black boy in the class, he was regularly elected to school office, including president (in 1961) of his Plymouth High School graduating class. People of whatever persuasion and temperament liked Peter; it was almost impossible not to. And he reciprocated by liking them. It was his personal benediction, and it lightened the burdens for many who needed it. He was an alchemist who could diminish hatred and transform it into good will. It was a very special gift indeed and, as he understood it, he perfected and used it.
A graduate of Bates College (1965), Gomes disappointed his father profoundly by telling this practical business man he wanted a religious career. Disgruntled, his father said, "I had hoped my son would do honest work." Admitted to Harvard Divinity School (from which he graduated in 1968), he spent the rest of his life showing his father that he had.
For 2 years, 1968-1970, his Harvard bachelor's degree of sacred theology in hand, he ventured into entirely alien territory, teaching at Tuskegee Institute in Alabama. "I saw more black people in my first half hour at Tuskegee than I had ever seen in my whole life," he told The New Yorker magazine. He wanted to come home... to Cambridge... to Harvard. It is a feeling, a yearning that so many hereabouts have felt.
Back in Cambridge, he rose, never inevitably, always steadily, leading within just 4 years Harvard's church. It had need of his talents. A gifted preacher and writer, he was celebrated for his wit, abundant conversational talents, and an essential skill of delivering important messages in a style calculated to gain maximum adherence, while avoiding offence.
He had now the good life, a lifetime position, one of the fine properties of the university (Sparks House) where he served tea and guidance to generations of undergraduates. He was the author of 10 volumes of highly readable sermons and best-selling books, "The Good Book: Reading the Bible with mind and heart," (1998) and "The Good Life: Truths that Last in Times of Need. (2003) .And so it might have gone on, a good vicar for a flock that needed him and valued him.
But in 1991, a group of intolerant undergraduates, secure in their corrosive hatred, published a violent attack on gay people at Harvard, a place so progressive it had almost forgotten such insufferance even existed.
The Reverend Peter Gomes, happy amidst his congregants and loved by a great institution, could have winked, seeing nothing, doing nothing. But he was ready to draw upon his mother's early admonition: "You must invent your own reality," he remembered her saying, "Reality will not conform to you. You must invent your own and then conform to it."
And so he did, eschewing comfort for veritas and transformation.
He stood on the steps of his church, Maritn Luther like, in his finest moment: "I am a Christian," he said, "who happens as well to be gay... Those realities, which are unreconcilable to some, are reconciled in me by a loving God." Such intolerance was not the way of Harvard... of America... or of God Himself.
Because of who he was, the office he held, and his renown at Harvard, this was another shot heard round the world. However, it came at a terrible price. He made it known, too, that he would embrace chastity for life, like the Mahatma Gandhi. Perhaps it was, in a way, easier for him this way. But it cut him off, this most lovable of men, from an essential intimacy and empathy of life that even God could not replace. It was Gomes' gift, however, to give, and he gave it fully towards the cause of pluralism, acceptance, and harmony for all.
Now Peter Gomes is gone from us. But God had need, too, of Peter's gifts, erudition, kindness, sympathy, endless curiosity, acceptance, and enough affability for the eternity which God endures. We shall miss him here, at Harvard,in Cambridge, but he and his abundant gifts have gone to One who can appreciate and finally liberate him from every shackle. Thus, while grieving, we rejoice.
About The Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., where small and home-based businesses learn how to profit online. Attend Dr. Lant's live webcast TODAY and receive 50,000 free guaranteed visitors to the website of your choice! Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out My Free Money Formula
My Cambridge, Massachusetts neighborhood, where the soaring steeple of Harvard's Memorial Church is so prominent, reminding us of the eternity to come, is today in mourning for a man of God, of grace, and an affability so distinctive it was his own special concoction, enjoyed by all. The Reverend Peter Gomes is dead at 68, February 28, 2011. Our world is a duller, less amiable place, his crucial support of pluralism, acceptance, and love bereft of a paladin.
A journey so improbable it had to be real.
Peter Gomes, born May 22, 1942, started his journey in Plymouth, Massachusetts, the very place the Puritans arrived to colonize a great nation and control (so they thought) its destiny. Peter Gomes must have found that quaint notion piquant, and he would, in due course, inject an irony into the tale that must have pleased him, for he was mischievous to a degree.
For you see, Gomes had none of the blue blood and Mayflower pretensions about him. He was well and truly the descendant of the Fulani, Tikar, and Hausa peoples of West Africa. He had DNA test results to prove it. More recently, through his father, he was descended from Portuguese Jews and the Cape Verde Islands. Gomes' idiosyncratic journey began, therefore, at conception.
As a result, he had virtually everything about him that would irritate the shredding remnants of the lordly fathers of the Commonwealth, who claimed primacy hereabouts, especially at their own educational bastion, Harvard. The first time I ever heard Gomes' name was when one of these notables, with a name of high renown, called him an "Oreo", a black man pretending to be white. It was a notable slur, and it was Peter Gomes' reality. You little know the man or his achievements, unless you understand this.
Set against the immensity of the task before him he had one over arching benefit: he was the most affable of men. All his life he had this at his command, and he rose on this from the very first, perfecting his skills as he learned how invaluable, how necessary they were.
Right from the start this affability was present. In white Plymouth, the only black boy in the class, he was regularly elected to school office, including president (in 1961) of his Plymouth High School graduating class. People of whatever persuasion and temperament liked Peter; it was almost impossible not to. And he reciprocated by liking them. It was his personal benediction, and it lightened the burdens for many who needed it. He was an alchemist who could diminish hatred and transform it into good will. It was a very special gift indeed and, as he understood it, he perfected and used it.
A graduate of Bates College (1965), Gomes disappointed his father profoundly by telling this practical business man he wanted a religious career. Disgruntled, his father said, "I had hoped my son would do honest work." Admitted to Harvard Divinity School (from which he graduated in 1968), he spent the rest of his life showing his father that he had.
For 2 years, 1968-1970, his Harvard bachelor's degree of sacred theology in hand, he ventured into entirely alien territory, teaching at Tuskegee Institute in Alabama. "I saw more black people in my first half hour at Tuskegee than I had ever seen in my whole life," he told The New Yorker magazine. He wanted to come home... to Cambridge... to Harvard. It is a feeling, a yearning that so many hereabouts have felt.
Back in Cambridge, he rose, never inevitably, always steadily, leading within just 4 years Harvard's church. It had need of his talents. A gifted preacher and writer, he was celebrated for his wit, abundant conversational talents, and an essential skill of delivering important messages in a style calculated to gain maximum adherence, while avoiding offence.
He had now the good life, a lifetime position, one of the fine properties of the university (Sparks House) where he served tea and guidance to generations of undergraduates. He was the author of 10 volumes of highly readable sermons and best-selling books, "The Good Book: Reading the Bible with mind and heart," (1998) and "The Good Life: Truths that Last in Times of Need. (2003) .And so it might have gone on, a good vicar for a flock that needed him and valued him.
But in 1991, a group of intolerant undergraduates, secure in their corrosive hatred, published a violent attack on gay people at Harvard, a place so progressive it had almost forgotten such insufferance even existed.
The Reverend Peter Gomes, happy amidst his congregants and loved by a great institution, could have winked, seeing nothing, doing nothing. But he was ready to draw upon his mother's early admonition: "You must invent your own reality," he remembered her saying, "Reality will not conform to you. You must invent your own and then conform to it."
And so he did, eschewing comfort for veritas and transformation.
He stood on the steps of his church, Maritn Luther like, in his finest moment: "I am a Christian," he said, "who happens as well to be gay... Those realities, which are unreconcilable to some, are reconciled in me by a loving God." Such intolerance was not the way of Harvard... of America... or of God Himself.
Because of who he was, the office he held, and his renown at Harvard, this was another shot heard round the world. However, it came at a terrible price. He made it known, too, that he would embrace chastity for life, like the Mahatma Gandhi. Perhaps it was, in a way, easier for him this way. But it cut him off, this most lovable of men, from an essential intimacy and empathy of life that even God could not replace. It was Gomes' gift, however, to give, and he gave it fully towards the cause of pluralism, acceptance, and harmony for all.
Now Peter Gomes is gone from us. But God had need, too, of Peter's gifts, erudition, kindness, sympathy, endless curiosity, acceptance, and enough affability for the eternity which God endures. We shall miss him here, at Harvard,in Cambridge, but he and his abundant gifts have gone to One who can appreciate and finally liberate him from every shackle. Thus, while grieving, we rejoice.
About The Author
Harvard-educated Dr. Jeffrey Lant is CEO of Worldprofit, Inc., where small and home-based businesses learn how to profit online. Attend Dr. Lant's live webcast TODAY and receive 50,000 free guaranteed visitors to the website of your choice! Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out My Free Money Formula
Tuesday, 1 March 2011
Top 25 Search Engine Optimization Companies
The Internet is filled with so-called marketing experts and Search Engine Optimization (SEO) agencies. It's a speeding train in a changing marketplace. Some agencies have kept up to the times by integrating social media strategies, others haven't.
The SEO world has evolved rapidly in recent years with social media quickly gaining a much stronger foothold than most experts originally thought. Social media was once believed to be a waste of time by many, SEO experts now realize the power of social media to reach new markets and generate new revenue opportunities. Paid search and mobile applications cannot be ignored and have changed the SEO landscape. It's a relatively new field of expertise constantly in flux. As experts learn more clever ways to improve site ranking, the major search engines react by updating their indexing procedures. Just recently Google announced major changes to how they index sites in direct response to what they call content-farms that create skewed search results.
Here is a compiled a list of 25 Search Engine Optimization Agencies who will create and manage your SEO campaigns.
Spend some time at these sites, you will learn a lot and can make a comparative analysis.
1. WeBuildPages.com
2. SEO.com
3. bluegrass.com
4. fathomseo.com
5. OrangeSoda.com
6. icrossing.com
7. 360i.com
8. SEOLogic.com
9. Blurbpoint.com
10. SEOInc.com
11. MainStreetHost.com
12. crexendo.com
13. bestrank.com
14. vastvision.com
15. iProspect.com
16. ThinkBigSites.com
17. ThesearchAgency.com
18 BigMouthMedia.com
19 7Strategy.com
20. evisibility.com
21. 97thfloor.com
22. FreshRank.com
23. PrimeVisibility.com
24. 1stonthelist.ca
25. slingshotseo.com
SEO is not a task for the faint of heart. It takes time, money and a lot of patience to build a successful SEO campaign. Large companies hire staff just to create online content for social media sites.
For those of you without deep pockets, there are a number of do-it yourself software programs many of which are used by professional SEO companies. If you have the desire and time to learn, you can create and manage your own SEO campaigns. Training companies like Worldprofit Inc., offer software, guided instruction with live and video training on SEO and other online business strategies. With access to the best resources, you can get really good at it for your business purposes, then offer these services as a consultant. SEO experts and Social Media Content Managers are and will continue to be a highly paid profession.
About the Author:
Sandi Hunter is the Director of Website Development at Worldprofit Inc., where small and home-based businesses learn how to profit online. The company offers a free Associate membership. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Auto Traffic Xploit
The SEO world has evolved rapidly in recent years with social media quickly gaining a much stronger foothold than most experts originally thought. Social media was once believed to be a waste of time by many, SEO experts now realize the power of social media to reach new markets and generate new revenue opportunities. Paid search and mobile applications cannot be ignored and have changed the SEO landscape. It's a relatively new field of expertise constantly in flux. As experts learn more clever ways to improve site ranking, the major search engines react by updating their indexing procedures. Just recently Google announced major changes to how they index sites in direct response to what they call content-farms that create skewed search results.
Here is a compiled a list of 25 Search Engine Optimization Agencies who will create and manage your SEO campaigns.
Spend some time at these sites, you will learn a lot and can make a comparative analysis.
1. WeBuildPages.com
2. SEO.com
3. bluegrass.com
4. fathomseo.com
5. OrangeSoda.com
6. icrossing.com
7. 360i.com
8. SEOLogic.com
9. Blurbpoint.com
10. SEOInc.com
11. MainStreetHost.com
12. crexendo.com
13. bestrank.com
14. vastvision.com
15. iProspect.com
16. ThinkBigSites.com
17. ThesearchAgency.com
18 BigMouthMedia.com
19 7Strategy.com
20. evisibility.com
21. 97thfloor.com
22. FreshRank.com
23. PrimeVisibility.com
24. 1stonthelist.ca
25. slingshotseo.com
SEO is not a task for the faint of heart. It takes time, money and a lot of patience to build a successful SEO campaign. Large companies hire staff just to create online content for social media sites.
For those of you without deep pockets, there are a number of do-it yourself software programs many of which are used by professional SEO companies. If you have the desire and time to learn, you can create and manage your own SEO campaigns. Training companies like Worldprofit Inc., offer software, guided instruction with live and video training on SEO and other online business strategies. With access to the best resources, you can get really good at it for your business purposes, then offer these services as a consultant. SEO experts and Social Media Content Managers are and will continue to be a highly paid profession.
About the Author:
Sandi Hunter is the Director of Website Development at Worldprofit Inc., where small and home-based businesses learn how to profit online. The company offers a free Associate membership. Republished with author's permission by Usha Prabhakar http://TheRevenueBuilders.com. Check out Auto Traffic Xploit
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