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Restoration yearnings in royal Camelot. Advice for the white hope of the dynasty, Joseph P. Kennedy III.

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

It has happened to the Braganzas of Portugal, the Hohenzollerns of Germany, the Bourbons of France, the Hapsburgs of Austria… royal and imperial families which, for whatever reason, find themselves throneless princes. These are the saddest people of all, for they know so very well their metier — to rule — but must stand by and watch others, lesser beings, fill their roles — always inadequately.

Such people, bearers all of the most illustrious names on earth, are surrounded by aging courtiers (the intransigent who want total restoration and nothing less) and by schemers of every kind; the people who see in you… in your high destiny…. an elevator to place and prominence.

You try to live your own life, to carve out a career far from the corridors of power… but your name is magic… and legions of people you do not know and will never meet are ready to cheer you on. And they have lavish expectations for you to fulfill.

You are Joseph P. Kennedy III, the white hope of the dynasty and the best hope for ending the frustrating, unaccountable interregnum and ensuring the inevitable restoration.

It was just the other day (January 3, 2011), when the 111th Congress of the United States concluded that something odd, unsettling took place: the last Kennedy holding federal office — U.S. Representative Patrick, son of Senator Edward M. Kennedy — ended his elected career; for the first time in 63 years there would be no member of the dynasty in federal office.

You are Citizen Joe Kennedy, and you are expected to change that and put the family back in power, bathed in limelight and consequence again.

The genealogy.

Joseph III, born October 4, 1980, is the son of former U.S. Representative Joseph II and his first wife Sheila Rauch. He has a twin brother, Matthew.

He was raised in Marshfield, Brighton, and Cambridge, Massachusetts. A graduate of Stanford University and Harvard Law School, he is a former Peace Corps volunteer, now 18 months into his first job as a lawyer, an assistant district attorney on Cape Cod, Massachusetts. For anyone else it would be an unlikely launching pad to power… but you forget: he has the name, the look, the aura of the Kennedys… and he is surrounded by people who in candid ways and subtle tell him that he is The One, The Chosen One, the white hope of an impatient dynasty, exasperated by interregnum.

To see whether this is true (or merely more wishful thinking), the family is beginning to showcase their prince. They have a need, the old adage is true: “out of sight, out of mind”… and, at 30, Joseph III is already behind whilst the relentless clock is ticking.

John F. Kennedy was 29 when he was elected to the U.S. House of Representatives; Uncle Teddy 30 when he was elected to the U.S. Senate. Such facts, and such comparisons, are at the fingertips of every Kennedy friend –and foe. And all aspiring to the throne know them, too… as they know that, unlike the great brothers, candidates of this generation lack the cold cash and insistent pushing of the first Joseph P. Kennedy, the legendary patriarch who never merely wished.

Anxious courtiers in need of a candidate grumble and behind closed doors ask whether Something Is Wrong. They have been disappointed before, and, plus royaliste que le roi, their futures are at risk. They are concerned…

There was the undoubted Crown Prince, John F. Kennedy, Jr. Dead too soon at 38 (July 16, 1999), his own arrogance and carelessness were contributing factors. His sister Caroline dead, too, politically after an embarrassing 2008 foray into New York politics. After that the dynasts clucked that the time for a Kennedy woman to lead was not at hand and this was proof.

Then there was the prospect of Joe III’s cousin Patrick, of Rhode Island. But he couldn’t cut the mustard and was too often in the news for all the Wrong Reasons, drugs, alcohol, mayhem; not the stuff of future rulers.

Then there was his own father, Joseph II. We have yet to hear what Joe III has to say about how his father mistreated his mother, Sheila; demanding (and getting) an annulment of their marriage, despite their children. It was what insistent Kennedys get when they Want Something. His mother’s book “Shattered Faith” (published 1997 ) with all the sordid details didn’t help. Joe II doggedly (and publicly) pursued the matter right to the Vatican, but it cost him a run at the Massachusetts governorship. Daddio Joe II, then, had too much baggage…

Which leaves you, tall, red-haired, a decided resemblance to your grandfather, Robert and, too, to tv personality Conan O’Brien…

Like an heirloom of the greatest value, you were asked last year whether you would run for the seat in the U.S. House of Representatives then held by retiring family friend William Delahunt. You declined and the seat is now held by first-termer John F. Tierney. No worry. Kennedys have always found ways to create openings for themselves when necessary. It’s Tierney who should be looking over his shoulder…

Meanwhile often self-designated “friends of the Kennedy family” (of whom former Massachusetts Democratic chairman Philip W. Johnston is the most egregious), pipe up whether requested or not with the usual puffery. “What’s not to like? He’s like Jack,” says Johnston. Massachusetts State Senate President Therese Murray called remarks Joe III made upon the occasion of the 50th anniversary of his great-uncle John’s “City on a Hill” speech “another historic speech.” It wasn’t, of course; no where near, but hungry courtiers, tired of waiting for a restoration which may never come, cannot restrain themselves. They see portents everywhere, rather like the faithful who see the profile of Jesus in a half eaten devil dog, to be promptly offered on E-bay.

But what of you Citizen Joe? Do you dream of the Oval Office, of your own elegant Jackie and Camelot, of setting the nation’s agenda and transforming the planet? You are not, I think, being coy when you say the door is open.. but not yet. Rather, I think you truly don’t know, have not decided. That is no surprise for the weight of expectations on the one dubbed the Heir of the Kennedys are astronomical, unimaginable by the average citizen.

Asked how he will know if it’s time to run Joe III told the Boston Globe (published February 20, 2011): “You just know, when the issues are ones you want to get involved in, and you feel you could contribute to the debate and the direction of the country, right? If you don’t have that passion, you should hold off.” And there we must leave this story… for now.

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 a well known marketer and historian, he has 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author’s permission by Daniel Fischer Check out e Master Classes ->

Obama administration moves to the right side of history.Belatedly declares Defense of Marriage Act unconstitutional.

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

This is a story about a basic human right long deferred and now advanced.

This is the story of a president who tried to have his cake and eat it, too; who finally decided leadership was necessary and not merely finesse.

This is the story of a great nation’s contortions to affirm the right of marriage for some… while denying it to others.

This is the story of the ironically named Defense of Marriage Act, now called by its right name: unconstitutional, discriminatory… and now, with the stroke of the president’s pen, dead.

Here are the facts

The Defense of Marriage Act started its ill-starred career when President Bill Clinton (who should have known better) signed it into law September 21, 1996. (Public law 104-199.)

It was silly, stupid, and abrasively un-American from the first minute this profoundly bad idea was conceived. It said, in effect, these United States will create a club called Marriage. Certain people will be able to join this club and derive significant advantages and benefits (one man and one woman together) while others (one man and one man or one woman and one woman together) will be told that the way they love each other, deemed unsuitable by others, thereby precludes them from the receipt of any benefits, sentencing them instead to a lifetime of second-rate status and the bitterness, despair, and alienation accompanying that status.

In other words, in the land where the words “it’s a free country” are constantly mouthed by even the youngest children… the Congress of these United States and its president threw freedom out the window, the better to allow the majority to ride roughshod (and sanctimonious, too) over the rights of the harassed minority… which only wanted to be able to join the club and share its benefits.

This minority never wanted to do to the majority what this majority had already done to them: harass, demean, deprive, though that majority was adamant there could never be equality.

This minority never wanted or ever proclaimed its practices superior to the majority’s although that majority regularly did that to them.

This minority never asked that the marriage rights of the majority be suppressed, withheld, denied though that majority insisted that that minority be so victimized…

And this minority never said, never hinted, that the majority’s concept of love and relationships be declared illegal and bring about the immediate cancellation of the majority’s substantial economic advantages, although that majority insisted upon this depriving, this spoliation, this theft from the minority they victimized.

A great nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are equal, with malice aforethought rejected and re-wrote the very high and mighty documents of its revolutionary birth, opting instead for bigotry, legal segregation; selecting and endorsing instead the defining principles of the gulag, the ghetto, the concentration camp: that while all animals are equal, some are more equal than others and that these others must be punished accordingly… and for the crime of love at that.

Enter Barrack Obama, beneficiary of the civil rights movement, slow to protect the civil rights of others.

Obama went cap in hand to the gay community and pledged his assistance towards their struggle. But as became more and more clear, he preferred their money and block support. President in part because of their overwhelming support, community members were livid at his glacial pace where their constitutional rights were violated and withheld. There was outrage from these good Americans, and their outrage was both understandable and right. Obama had taken from them…. but done nothing to secure their civil rights. He was, in these days, part of the problem; not part of the solution.

Instead of endorsing and supporting what he had to know in both head and heart was right, he succumbed to the prevailing vice of the capital, walking a fine line between retaining the wrong that was… and the hornet’s nest he would unleash if he moved to secure the undoubtedly rights of the minority. This wasn’t leadership… it was politics… and it was despicable. As any civil rights leader could attest.

In December, 2010 the entire dynamic of the debate changed dramatically when the Congress repealed the ban on gay people serving openly in the military, a result which only a few days before had seemed to be dead. It is my belief that the two ladies from Maine, Senators Olympia Snow and Susan Collins were crucial in this reversal. If so, they will have resurrected the old slogan “As Maine goes, so goes the nation.” If later historical research should vindicate my supposition, it will be no surprise to me that two women brought sense, humanity, and equity to the debate; women, after all, were second-class citizens in their own marriages for long… and they knew the destruction and damage of that servile position too well to impose it on others.

February 23, 2011 Barrack Obama began to make amends, advancing freedom, instead of supporting untenable means to restrict it. The Department of Justice will no longer defend the Defense of Marriage Act in court, saying that that law prohibiting recognition of same-sex marriages is unconstitutional and discriminatory.

At last!

This does not conclude the matter, there are still many significant aspects to be resolved and there is, even now, a backlash in certain states where gay marriage rights had become law. It is always thus in this protracted, interminable debate. But this is progress, make no mistake.

Each time a significant bastion of bigotry and oppression falls, the jeremiads of opponents seem more and more clearly what they have always been: the bitter fruit of counselors of hatred and fear, wearing America on their sleeves while never understanding that America is nothing where personal freedom remains the province of some who deny it to others. Our motto, remember all, is yet “Let freedom ring!”

This step towards final resolution of this issue has cheered multitudes… and has, I think, helped restore to the president a recollection of who he is and what he represents. These, it seems, he had somewhat forgot in his first years in office. Now he has remembered that he himself, his presidency and all its officers and affairs, would never have existed without the pioneers of civil rights. And he has found that civil rights are not for blacks alone… or any other single group… they are for all of us, no matter who we love, or how.

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 Daniel Fischer Check out Painless Traffic ->

Autopilot Income Machines Review

Is Autopilot Income Machines a scam or is it real? Well I decided to get past my normal skepticism and gave it a shot. Rasheed Ali and Huey Lee seem like pretty nice and straight forward guys, but like most people I’ve been fooled before. So I conducted a somewhat biased experiment to see if Autopilot Income Machines could really make me money online, leaving no stone unturned.

Before I get to what I did, let me give you the run down of what’s in the program so you can get a better idea about it. Basically the program is a pretty comprehensive video training course complete with transcripts for those who like to read over watch video. It takes you through the simple technical skills you need to learn (this is very fast by the way) and then shows you how to take what Rasheed and Huey call “money pages” and get them online and ready to make you money.

That’s all great and everything but SO WHAT – right? Not so fast! The Autopilot Income Machines program then shows you some pretty neat and completely safe, free traffic tactics to get you ranked on the first page of freakin’ Google! Okay, that is where I thought they were full of crap, BUT after I saw the evidence I had to basically shut up and do it for myself. The course also goes into some advanced strategies, gives you a free software that sets up some of your pages for you and some other cool stuff that NO sane internet guru gives away for less than $997.

Truth is, I think these guys got knocked in the head in one too many street fights. Oh, forgot to mention that Rasheed is a former homeless guy and Huey grew up in a low income family so they’re a little out of the ordinary if you know what I mean.

Anyway, let’s talk about my devious and biased experiment. You see, the first half of the program wasn’t new to me. I know that stuff already. The second half of the program was what I loved the most… besides the advanced stuff. (WOW!) So I decided that I’d set up my OWN money page and throw a wrench in the program to see what happens. I followed the free traffic strategies to the tee and in 24 hours my new money page was climbing the ranks of Google. I watched in amazement as my page started ranking for keywords and getting traffic and a few sales to boot over the days and weeks that followed!

My conclusion is pretty clear. Autopilot Income Machines isn’t the prettiest or shiniest program out there, BUT what it lacks in guru hype, it makes up for in PURE RESULTS! I absolutely and wholeheartedly recommend you pay close attention to every word Rasheed Ali and Huey Lee say. These guys deliver the goods and truly knocked it out of the park on this one! I give it my full 5 star rating. It’s a no brainer to put this into your money making arsenal. Most guys are just smoke and mirrors, but these guys are the REAL DEAL.

Overall Rating: 5 Stars
Ease of Use: 4.5 Stars
Effectiveness: 5 Stars
Training: 4.5 Stars (you still have to study it)
Support: 5 Stars
Price: $37

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Two top Massachusetts officials release their autobiographies.U.S. Senator Scott Brown’s bares all; Governor Deval Patrick’sbarely a book at all.

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

It has often been said that there is a book in each of us. I believe there is; at this moment, I’ve written 18, with more to come.

But the aphorism is deceptive. To have a book inside is by no means to have a good book, inside your head or on the page. Many of those penning books prove what we always suspected… that books are too important to be left to quotidian authors and their often glaring limitations.

Books can make, books can break reputations.

One special literary genre is the subsection of political authors; either the ones who write their own books themselves, or the (now frequent) example of those with a thin offering of insights and observations; these need the felicitous (and practiced) ghost writer to spin the little they offer into The Book that will entice (if not ultimately satisfy) the public

Now two such political authors of high office have written (or assisted in the writing of) their autobiographies.

It is my privilege to provide the exegesis.

Governor Deval Patrick, “A Reason To Believe. Lessons from an Improbable Life”, Broadway Books, Division of Random House.

U.S. Sen. Scott Brown, “Against All Odds. My Life of Hardship, Fast Breaks, and Second Chances.” Simon and Schuster.

First, His Excellency the Governor…

We live in a society so desperate for “content” that those in the business of providing it in books, videos, films, etc. are literally forced to grab virtually anything that offers even the most slender promise — and any chance of profit at all. In other words, we have far exceeded with our technologies and communications mega-systems, the means of disseminating content, the ability to provide even a tiny fraction of desirable content.

Hence Governor Patrick’s ill-judged effort.

Here there was trouble even before a single word had been written. You see, this then one-term little known Massachusetts politician was offered the astonishing advance of $1.35 million after a auction for the rights that pitted 9 publishers against each other, thereby proving that they, too, suffer from the dangerous syndrome of hope over experience.

Patrick, a Harvard-trained lawyer who writes like one, with diligence but no felicity, made it clear from the get-go that he intended to write a motivational, educational, instructional tome, not a kiss ‘n’ tell. Every warning bell at respected Simon and Schuster should have sounded. But publishers are pack animals. If one has a book by a poor black boy who made good (can one say Obama?) then every other self-respecting “major” publisher must have one too. Those who look for sense and sensibility in the publishing game are bound to be disappointed. You’ve got ‘peat… then endless repeat.

So, in a nutshell Patrick’s book is about a boy from the projects who went to the most privileged of prep schools (Milton Academy) to the even grander privilege of Harvard… only to suffer a few bruises and rebuffs along the way. Is this a book? As Gertrude Stein (who went to Radcliffe herself) might have said, “There is no there there.”

The book disappoints in anecdotes like this:

In 2008 knock ’em down diva Jennifer Hudson sang the National Anthem at the Democratic National Convention. Hearing it moved Patrick to sobs. When he pulled himself together, he bumped into Newark, New Jersey mayor Cory Booker. He was also overwhelmed by Hudson’s delivery… and the two of them cried again, together.

And this is the high point of Patrick’s underwhelming book.

One more anecdote proves the point.

The news coverage on the release of this book unfailingly mentions the “big bombshell” found in its pages; namely the fact that the newly-elected Governor of Massachusetts almost resigned because his wife was near a nervous break down because of the unanticipated pressures attaching to her position as First Lady of the Commonwealth. Well might this disclosure be cited, but not in the way he anticipates. Massachusetts in recent years has had many “first ladies” who opt out of the (non elected) role completely. And Mrs. Deval might have done the same. Thus, more drivel this; a most telling story providing more proof that then the man was not ready for prime time.

Senator Brown’s book is entirely different, a winning effort because Brown continues to reveal the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, engaging us with a picaresque tale right out of “Tom Jones.” (Henry Fielding, 1749) In the best traditions of this riveting genre, there is hardly an engrossing, shocking, salacious detail that our tell-all, show-all senator neglects. He is nothing if not thorough.

Brown provides the details, and I mean all the details, about his molestations at summer camp… how he was accosted by men in public places (and what happened then)… and, shockingly, about the endless, mind numbing beatings suffered at the hands of his mother’s serial, unsuitable partners. This indeed is a tale for our psychotic times, and we all love, admit it, each tawdry, jaw-dropping detail.

The senator doesn’t stint. He tells about his nude centerfold experience at Cosmopolitan magazine, the beautiful women, charmed to pet and enjoy, the parties at Studio 54; (he was surrounded by drugs but like Bill Clinton never indulged, scout’s honor).

How did this upward trajectory start and develop for the boy whose previous achievements were limited to ever more inventive shop listing? This lad’s face (and the body he decided to craft) was his fortune… and he ran with it, right up to and perhaps even beyond the Senate of these United States.

Brown has a tale to tell, indeed, and its substance would have emerged whoever had written it. But here, as in so many things, our Junior Senator from Massachusetts, was lucky. He bagged as his ghost Lyric Winik who “helped” former First Lady Laura Bush with her memoirs. Make no mistake, Winik is the best of the best… and he has delivered for Brown, perhaps (if he wins re-election in 2012 in his fervid Democrat state) unto the White House itself. Really, the Smithsonian should request of the senator now his famous pink hot pants for their permanent collection.

There is more, much more, but it is a charity to Senator Brown and the blissful retailers carrying this book to forego the joys of telling you. Get the book. It has undoubtedly raised the bar for political autobiographies. And a good thing, too, else we’d be left with the high minded, low octane effusions of politicians like Deval Patrick, who should stick with his day job. As for Scott Brown, he will always have options, and our attention.

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 Daniel Fischer Check out Info Cash ->

Ali Khamenei’s cur. The rise and ultimate fall of Iran’s Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

Imagine that you are Iranian Supreme Leader Ayatollah Ali Khamenei, the elect of God and the Prophet. You are a man of decided views, regarding the theocracy that masquerades as the Islamic Republic of Iran as the dernier mot in acceptable governance.

You are the Anointed One; you are a man of discernment, learning, sternness because sternness is demanded by God, the ultimate authority on belief, the faith, right and wrong, and who shall live or die.

You are accustomed to giving directives… but need others kow-towing to your powers derived from God to implement them. You will not soil your hands… but your work is pressing. You must stay remote, unapproachable by mere mortals, never by infidels.

Such a man needs, as such men throughout history have needed, a cur of his own, a loyal, unquestioning mongrel, useful not least because he can, in an instant, for whatever reason, be disposed of without difficulty or remorse.

The man you have chosen is Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, 6th and current president of the Islamic Republic of Iran. You imagined him, you have chosen him, you give him his daily orders… and he gives you obedience. But the winds of change started in Egypt are now blowing in Iran, and the whole world is watching your dangerous regime to see what you and your hand-picked president will do.

Tehran situation report

Valentine’s Day to the rest of the world, February 14, 2011, was a day of massive anti government demonstrations in the Iranian capital. Just how massive we may never know, since the first thing this controlling regime did (learning from Cairo) was to curtail the Internet as much as possible and drastically limit where foreign journalists could go and under what circumstances. Limiting, restricting Internet access is the first thing threatened autocratic regimes do, making it abundantly clear that freedom of information is the early casualty of the insurrection. Despite such measures, dozens of home videos have appeared on Youtube, and these have given the world a very clear sign about what is going on.

Still, reports have varied on how many demonstrators made the boldest statement of their lives by standing tall for the kind of freedom in Iran that the fall of the Mubarak regime makes possible in Egypt. Whether those appearing measured tens or hundreds of thousands wasn’t the point; it was the fact that massive demonstrations were happening at all in a land where the power emanates from the Supreme Leader, never from the people, who are viewed as obstreperous, dangerous, in need of constant chastisement, and always maximum control.

Demonstrations have occurred in Tehran before, of course; the latest happening in 2009, stemming from widespread public dissatisfaction and disgust at Ahmadinejad’s hotly contested re-election, generally viewed as rigged. But this new round of protests is already fundamentally different from those taking place in 2009. Then the protests largely concerned the re-election of Ahmadinejad. This time they have significantly broadened; they are not merely about the president. They are also aimed at the very idea of an Islamic Republic and thus the rule of the Muslim conservative establishment epitomized by Khamenei.

Obviously both the Iranian president and Supreme Leader view this transformation with alarm, particularly given the huge number of demonstrators. But, this time round, they faced a tactical difficulty: they could hardly respond with the massive police and special forces presence which is the regime’s knee-jerk reaction to any popular unrest). After all, they had just praised the way matters had been handled in Cairo (not least because of the opening for the previously outlawed Muslim Brotherhood, which always looked to the Islamic Republic for inspiration and support.)

Having so praised Egypt for its “gentle revolution”, Khamenei and his man were forced to limit the number of police (and thus the stream of violent, bloody images hurtful to the regime) and take other measures.

Thus, February 15, while Ahmadinejad was claiming the protests were not home grown but inspired by foreigners inimical to the regime (Israel implied but not mentioned), members of Iran’s tame Parliament urged immediate death sentences (with decapitation or hanging always possible) for at least three of the most prominent demonstrators and regime opponents, Mir Hussein Moussavi, Mehdi Karroubi, and former president Mohammed Khatami.

At the same time the ghastly means available to all autocracies (including mass arrests, detentions, beatings and official brutalities of every kind) were begun, the better to dishearten and dismay the demonstrators and every freedom loving Iranian.

In the past such actions worked and worked relatively fast. This time such sustained suppression by the regime may well work, too. Or not.

Ahmadinejad has been living on borrowed time since the nation erupted in demonstrations not merely because he was re-elected but because the re-election (however dubious) was certified by the Supreme Leader. Khamenei might well have reckoned that such a move, while saving his cur, ultimately threatened him and the entire regime. So necessary to the fastidious, cloistered Supreme Leader is Ahmadinejad that Khamenei risked everything by standing by his man — then.

And now, for an instant, we must consider that man, discovered, crafted, owned by Khamenei. Ahmadinejad was raised in poverty rising to become an engineer and teacher. Pliant when it counted, he could be the seeming pit bull the reclusive Supreme Leader needed. He rose, like so many before him, by doing what he was told, while providing complete cover for the real decision maker, a true asset for a reclusive cleric with a taste for classical Persian poetry.

Under this arrangement, Ahmadinejad blustered about Israel, the United Kingdom and United States; made reckless statements on many subjects (not least denying the very existence of the Holocaust), and made himself quite clear on Iran’s right to nuclear power (and by implication The Bomb). At first his presidency was applauded, not least because of his lavish social programs, sustained by Iran’s ace in the hole, oil.

But Ahmadinejad’s position since his disputed re-election has noticeably deteriorated. His bluster, once arousing, is now seen as hackneyed and contrived. His economic missteps have been notable, with social programs slashed because of the poor financial condition of the country. His reputation amongst the poor has plummeted accordingly, and it bears mentioning that for the first time, anti-government demonstrators came from these districts, an ominous development.

The Supreme Leader may now have concluded that the cost of his cur is greater than his utility. If so, Ahmadinejad, the president who was never presidential, will fall fast, just as he rose. Khamenei will see to that. For after all, such a cipher as Ahmadinejad, no matter how helpful, can always be replaced by another, suitable cur. But to replace one Anointed by God and regularly in contact with Him is unthinkable.

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 Daniel Fischer

The most stupid man in Washington, D.C. learns the power of the ‘net.. The abbreviated scandal and career of U.S. Representative Chris Lee, America’s laughingstock.

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

What is it about the treacherous atmosphere of Washington, D.C. that causes our elected representatives and any number of senior officials to act as if they were invulnerable and to (mis) behave accordingly?

Inquiring minds want to know!

What happens in this atmosphere to once decent, law-abiding people who unhesitatingly trade in a lifetime’s good character for a tawdry, usually career killing, walk on the wild side?

Inquiring minds want to know!

What happens in our nation’s capital and its alluring flesh pots that makes the most highly placed in the country lose even the semblance of common sense, doing things they wouldn’t dream of, much less do, anywhere else?

Oh, yes, we all want to know!

The latest victim of Washington’s bloated ego syndrome, whereby persons of power and position are absolutely certain they can have their cake and eat it, too, is…

(once) U.S. Representative Chris Lee, now no more R-NY, instead the cause of uncontrollable merriment and the most racy language… the perfect symbol of arrogance and foolishness.

Here are t he facts:

Wednesday, February 9, 2011 Congressman Chris, at lunch time, was an obscure but quite definitely promising second-term Republican member from western New York.

Two hours later, at 2.33 p.m., posted an alleged e-mail exchange between a man who used Lee’s name and photographs to respond to a personal ad posted at Craigslist and the woman who placed it. That was the moment you-know-what hit the fan.

Congressman Chris could hardly have been more accommodating to the prurient worldwide as he himself posted the dynamite that blew him, his career, and quite possibly his marriage and any future responsible posts under the Republic sky high.

The personal ad — with picture — did it…

At age 46, once buff Chris Lee’s body is no longer the lithe and powerful sex machine of yore. Chris, in short, has succumbed to the marriage tax; he looks paunchy, under exercised, with hair no longer so lush and vibrant as before. In short, he looks his age.

Yet it is within the power of the Congress of these United States to bestow upon its Members the gift of self-delusion as well as franking… and Chris Lee called upon this gift liberally. The picture he posted of himself was an exercise in hope over experience. But Chris trusted his manly flesh, quite the focus of the ad, would do the trick. As a good conservative, however, he did not bare all… his pants remained on… as they would indeed throughout his entire, unconsummated affaire. Yes, a sex scandal without sex!

Where the bare chest photograph did nothing to help Representative Chris pick up chicks online, his ad response was worse, one lie after another.

He was not divorced (though that now may be coming).

He was not a Washington lobbyist (although this, too, may now ensue).

He wasn’t 39 anymore, and even Congress might pause a moment before altering the birth certificates of its lubricious members to assist their extra marital capers.

He (as the picture made quite clear) is no means “very fit”.

And, as all the world would soon know, he most assuredly is not a “classy guy.”

In Chris’ favor, he may be 6 feet, 190 pounds. Let’s give him the benefit of the doubt and full credit for this truth where so many others especially tweak the facts here, too.

In any event, Chris lied and lied and lied… just as we all do when venturing into the personals. It’s the thing to do.

Ironically, it was the truth as much as the lies that polished off Chris Lee and his promising career.

You see, he responded with his real name and email address… which enabled the recipient, a black professional woman… and… to search and find the hapless, Chris, about to abdicate his role as Gold Plated Boy in favor of “deer in the headlights”.

What happened then is what gives this little, unnecessary tragedy its importance and insight into our electronically exposed culture.

What the soon-to-be-ex congressman failed to understand was that the Internet, with its unmatched power for prompt, universal information dissemination, was not merely a force to be reckoned with; it was the deciding force, the thing that would change his life forever — and all in an instant.

Once released the congressman’s dirty little secret, he lost control of the story. There was hardly time to say “not guilty, milord”, because had the facts and was pumping them out andante to a world hungry for mud and scandal.

Chris, living in a fool’s paradise where the babes in Congress are protected from all responsibilities until their infractions become too glaring to ignore, had no means to defend himself. What could he say? That he wasn’t that Chris Lee? would have pulverized him by increasing the heat about a man of stupidity, carelessness, arrogance, and abysmally poor judgement, not precisely the leadership qualities western New York constituents hungered for.

And so, at unparalleled speed, came the decline and sure, swift fall of Congressman Chris, whose place in history will be confined to that bare-chested picture and the unfathomable stupidity which caused him to post it… leading within just 5 hours to the hackneyed words that end most Washington sex scandals:

Chris “regrets the harm that my actions have caused my family, my staff and my constituents. I deeply and sincerely apologize to them all.” Yadda, yadda, yadda.

Thus resigning, only to go home to the woman he so publicly humiliated by chasing after others he deemed (as least fleetingly) more desirable, important than she. Dinner that night, chez la famille Lee, must have been frosty indeed.

Ironically, in earlier communications to his constituents, then ascending Congressman Chris pondered the role of the ‘net in society commenting on…

“the dangers and unknowns associated with a medium that is growing by several billion web pages per day… Responding to what may seem like a friendly e-mail or an appealing marketing offer can have serious consequences. Private information and images can so easily be transmitted to friends and strangers alike”.

And no knows it better than ex-Congressman Chris Lee. Who, for an instant, but only for an instant, was world news… and a living warning to his ex-colleagues who are just as uninformed as he about the Great Force in the land that so unforgivingly influences their lives and fortunes.

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New Tennessee state legislator credits Hooters with providing what she needed for victory. America take note!

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

It doesn’t take a Harvard Ph.D. to figure out that we in America have a leadership void. We need real leaders and we need them — yesterday.

After a long and thorough search I am ready to unveil to my readers, the most discerning folks in the universe, exactly where such leaders are being crafted, one tight t-shirt at a time.

The answer is Hooters… the restaurant noted for its mediocre burgers and chicken wings and, notoriously, for the comely waitresses whose manifest charms are designed to keep the customers’ eyes on something other than what emerges from the kitchen.

As all restaurant owners know (particularly after the nation’s business killing recession so recently over), you need a gimmick to expedite success and maintain your advantage in this ultra competitive industry.

Hooters, founded in 1983 in Clearwater, Florida, made the decision right from the get-go about how they’d get customers — and keep them. Their candid motto is “delightfully tacky yet unrefined”, and they live down to it every single day.

What they’re really selling is not of the burger variety. The essence of their success goes back to Eve and her machinations in the Garden of Eden. A well-configured person of the female variety is what keeps customers (overwhelmingly male of course) happy from the first minute… and happy every single time they return. Their lubricious thoughts are not only tolerated…. but encouraged by the practised Hooters Girls who, with a wink and timely nudge, know how to keep the boys happy, even if they’re 85.

Hooters Girls have unmistakable charms… and the ability, perfected by the restaurant, to package them to jaw-dropping perfection. Unlike more prosaic eateries, at Hooters, should the cuisine disappoint, one can always derive the benefits from oggling invited… and encouraged. Hooters is a very friendly place. And, as it turns out, very educational, too.

With the company’s generous approval, ex-Hooters Girl Julia Hurley, reports in the February 2011 issue of the company’s magazine, how what she learned at Hooters was vital to her election to the Tennessee General Assembly last November. There, at age 29, she now represents as a Republican a conservative district west of Knoxville.

Julia’s constituents are of the America loving, gun toting, Bible quoting, gay baiting, tax-paying variety, the very core of the nation. As such they were enchanted (particularly the men folk) by what they saw in Julia… and were glad to learn how thoroughly she had taken the Hooters’ curriculum to heart. Incumbent Democratic representative Dennis Ferguson never had a chance, although (it is thought) his worldly advisors (when things looked grim) suggested Chippendale attire and beef cake. Foolishly Ferguson declined.

We thought, but were obviously misinformed, the Hooters Girls were selected primarily for the physical qualities a beneficent God gave ’em… but we were wrong. Hooters Girls, says one who knows, are there to learn the essential skills of leadership, skills so desperately needed by the nation. Their bodies, young, firm, eye-catchingly displayed in the skin-tight Hooters apparel, are not, we are glad to learn, the focus of the establishment. No, we have come, red-blooded males all in a pother, to see America’s finest young ladies learn the skills with which they will solve all of America’s problems, one satisfied citizen at a time, without a penny of extra task.

Sadly, these skills were viciously attacked by ex-Representative Ferguson’s supporters during Julia’s successful campaign. That woman, they fulminated, had posed in provocative photographs, photographs designed to inflame the blood and seduce the innocent.

Not so, said Julia. Her experiences at Hooters taught her how to present products to best effect. She obviously did so; her modeling photographs, for instance, are stunning, artful, revealing Julia’s true self. Why should the lady be penalized for perfection? Male constituents particularly nodded their heads in agreement, as she said so.

Well, then, said certain sanctimonious, censorious inhabitants of the Knoxville area, riddle me this: how can we elect as our bona fide representative a woman who, more outrageous than the wicked and seductive Biblical Jezebel herself (Kings 2, beginning verse 16), has flaunted, in a state of provocative undress?

Outrageous, untruthful charge, responded Julia. I was merely using my Hooters education to best advantage. The public demands in these skeptical days full disclosure… and I have given it to them, thank you very much Hooters and your wise teachings.

To be sure, Julia brought more than her Hooters experience to the voters. But even here she credits Hooters. They encouraged her, with her winning ways and proven abilities with people, to reach out to the community. So, she augmented her undeniable Hooters connections by joining the Southern Baptist congregation and the Gun Owners of America. Wise recommendations.

Dennis Ferguson never had a chance, which of course is the point of the “take no prisoner’s” Hooters curriculum which stresses winning over everything. It is the Hooters way which is why the company has chosen the owl as its apt symbol. For the owl is the symbol of the Greek Goddess Athena, a deity of war and of wisdom. The Hooters Girls all wear it proudly and can, as yet another accomplishment, mimic the “hooting” sounds of their emblem. It is for these, and nothing else, that the company is named. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

Representative Hurley is by no means the only ex-Hooters Girl who has made better. The company’s magazine regularly features other such paragons, the bikinis and other skimpy attire being entirely incidental to their success.

Now that Hooters has this success formula down pat, it has gone worldwide with a will. There are fully 460 Hooters restaurants throughout the U.S. of A, in 44 states, the U.S. Virgin Islands, and even Guam. In addition, Hooters operate restaurants in 27 other companies, having gone international with Singapore.

This is welcome news to those of us who, despairing of the curriculum in the public schools and its manifest inadequacies, now see in Hooters the necessary regeneration. And not a moment too soon. What Hooters teaches, clearly works.

What’s more the price is right. For a tiny fraction of what we burdened taxpayers have to cough up in support of local schools, Hooters can already do and better, achieving much simply by taking off more. I like it. It’s simple and effective. Yes, indeed, it has legs, though I would hesitate to say so before these blushing, dainty little ladies, those Hooters Girls.

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An open letter to President Obama, Vice President Biden andevery U.S. state and federal legislator. Make gay marriage legal now.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Now that “Don’t ask, don’t tell” has been consigned to the scrap heap of bad ideas and ludicrous policies, it’s time to give the whole apparatus of sexual oppression one final push and remove this issue from the national agenda.

It’s time to repeal the Defense of Marriage Act of September, 21, 1996 and all the invidious vestiges of legalized oppression, in which one group of people tells another group of people what they can do with their bodies and with whom they can do it. And, most daft of all, that sexually oppressive majority tells the despised minority whom it may marry and under what circumstances. Here is (misused) power indeed.

Last time I checked America was the land of the brave and the home of the free. Somewhere along the line, however, we let our core values be turned on their heads. What was brave, after all, about subjecting the sexual minority to needlessly repressive legislation and allowing generations of abuse? What was free about parsing liberty so that it was available to some, but not to all? It was unnecessary! It was cruel! It was unAmerican… and it is the policy the overwhelming majority of you “leaders” have pursued… depriving thousands of our best citizens of their rights while triumphing the rights of other people. In the process you created a culture sanctifying by law the superiority of some, at the expense of others. And you dared call this the American way? It is the way of tyrants throughout the ages for whom divide and conquer was the best way to govern.

Think for a moment about “Don’t ask, don’t tell.” Now that it’s gone and we can review it through the rear view mirror of history, we can see it for what it was: a downright silly attempt to oppress, control, demean. Of course, it didn’t work, although it was the law far too long. Who, after all, wants to devote their life to the business of sexual snoopery? Have we not better things to do with our time and resources than turning people into legalized Peeping Toms?

Who thinks up this stuff, anyway? It’s no wonder your vocation — politics — is the subject of near universal contempt. Your business is to empower people, improve their lives rather than pander to the basest instincts of humanity.

Do you need more reasons that this for legalizing gay marriage? Take these for openers:

* Legalizing gay marriage nationwide delivers long-delayed rights to many without costing the rest anything except their arrogance and condescension. In short, it delivers equity and the full protection of the law without detriment of any kind to anyone.

* Legitimizing gay marriage strengthens the institution of marriage while providing those marrying the security and comfort of the law.

* Legalizing gay marriage, making it a civil right, removes often muddled clerics from the debate and puts them firmly in their place. Has anyone read the Constitution lately about the separation of church and state/ This is not a theocracy like Iran where mullahs set policy, disastrously so.

The debate on gay marriage has brought out the worst (and also occasionally the best) in today’s theological discussions and sermonizing. Let’s be very clear on this point: gay marriage is too important to be left to clergymen. Making gay marriage legal marginalizes these thought-challenged theologians without diminishing their rights.

Such people, once gay marriage is legal, will still have the right to thoughtless fulmination… but what they say will be viewed correctly as insignificant, quaint, outmoded, trivial thought from the ill-educated and mean spirited, not the Word of God.

* Legalizing gay marriage promotes marriage. It enables people who have yearned for lawful protection of their relationships the security they have asked for. Really, what sensible person could regard this as anything other than good? Legal marriage between two consenting adults is good, whoever those two people are. And that’s a fact.

Want more?

Legalizing gay marriage removes an issue from the national agenda that should never have distracted us in the first place. It has never created a new job, never uplifted anyone’s standard of living, never increased the rights and welfare of anyone at any time. In short it’s been a foolish waste of time all round, perpetrated by those who claim to have a direct line, always accessible to the divinity, who gives them their hate lines direct. This sounds like Torquemada and the Spanish Inquisition… the stuff of fear and loathing, not enlightenment. And, remember, this country was created by men of the Enlightenment who understood what repression was and crafted a society that above all let freedom ring.

Be ye unafraid our leaders. Little enough is required of you, including you, Mr. President Obama.

The glory days of the gay rights revolution are history. The heroes of the Stonewall riots of June 28, 1969 and the brave lads of the Mattachine Society (founded 1965) cry for a Vietnam-style Memorial all their own. Now you need only copy what legislators in a handful of progressive states (mostly in the Northeast and in Iowa) have already done. Pettifogging legal expertise is needed, no real courage at all. You legislators are surely up to this. It’s what you do: “talk leadership while following… way far behind.”

This goes for you, too, Mr. President. You went to the gay community cap in hand and made promises that gained you its adherence, its money, its votes. And here, as elsewhere, you have failed to deliver. If you have a liberal bone in you (which many now doubt) use it to solve this problem… or at the very least hoist your colors to the masthead, showing gumption for a change, not just the ability to read poll numbers.

It’s clear which way history is moving.

Christmas Eve, 2010, on ABC’s “Good Morning,America” Vice President Biden opined that gay marriage was on its way in as points of view “evolved” on this non-issue.

More telling 29-year-old Barbara Bush, the daughter of President George W. Bush, has released through the Human Rights Campaign, a video that takes her own father and his intolerance to task. Speaking as a New Yorker she says, “New York is about fairness and equality and everyone should have the right to marry the person that they love.” In this, Ms. Bush joins her mother and grand mother, First Ladies both, who have always seen this issue clearly and in human terms. Why can’t the ex-President? We forgave him many things including his alcoholism. Where is a drop of humanity in return?

It doesn’t much matter, for the solution to the problem is at hand. People Barbara Bush’s age regard the matter as settled; the grim reaper daily removes more obstructionists and haters. Demographics, not courage, will settle the issue.

Still, Mr. President and honored legislators all, it would have been nice if, even as this issue is settled, you would demonstrate some little leadership. It is little enough to ask, given how little you have all done to help the afflicted people, rather than add to their burdens.for so very, very long.

Take the step, the right step, the necessary step. Claim all the glory and the kudos. You have not earned them, but it’s the way you do business, leaders in name, seldom in fact. So, then, do your business without further ado. We have waited enough.

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Despairing feds say 50 percent of the U.S. population at risk unless salt intake is drastically reduced. This means YOU!

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

I’m from one of those boisterous, far extended midwestern families… one that likes to eat, drink, and be merry… and has decades of experience perfecting these skills.

I can see them all now, in the kitchen, at the cooler, at picnics, and most of all at Grannie Vic’s sumptuous, over abundant meals, in the pigs feet tradition… every item luscious, every item over salted.

Today the feds tell me they have put sweet Grannie Vic’s picture on the post office wall as Public Enemy Number One.

It’s because of the salt, the whole salt, and nothing but the salt and Grannie’s known proclivities for salting heavy, thereby producing the taste we craved. Apparently there is a salt toting, law breaking Grannie Vic at your house, too.

Why the feds despair so…

Here are the facts. Every five years, the U.S. Agriculture and Health and Human Services departments issue updated dietary guidelines to consumers — and the all-important food industry. These recommendations become the basis for the popular food pyramid which can be found in virtually every school and other life changing, educational organizations. It also constitutes the curriculum for all nutritionists and dietary professionals. In short, It Matters.

The new guidelines were released January 31, 2011. What you notice right away is that the language this time round is stark, sobering, less advice than warning… and that even the authors of the report are in despair… because the problem is getting worse and worse. The plain fact is that the people at risk are just not paying attention, preferring to “hold the health” and pour, pour, pour the salt.

Moving from “should” to “must”.

Government agencies shutter at the use of imperative verbs. Bureaucrats live in a world where deniability is crucial, CYA being the job-ensuring policy of every civil servant, bar none. Such people cringe when their recommendations go unread and ignored, and it becomes necessary to escalate the language.

But these departments have escalated the language… because The Problem is demonstrably worse this time round than it was five years ago, when the last such report was released… into oblivion and ho-hum… Miss Peggy Lee’s classic “Is That All There Is?” (released 1969) playing in the background. “Then let’s keep dancing.” Pass the salt, please.

Who’s particularly at risk.

The guidelines, in the most stark language on this subject to date, make it absolutely clear who’s at risk… and the chances are very good indeed that that’s you… and/or someone near and dear to you, including

* people 51 and older * all African Americans * anyone already suffering from high blood pressure, diabetes, or chronic kidney disease.

These folks must cut the amount of sodium they eat and cut it NOW, the desired objective reducing intake to just a little more than half a tea-spoon — or 1,500 milligrams.

Now here’s the kicker. The Pollyannas who produced the diet guidelines 5 years ago made it clear that the problem was solvable. The report positively radiated Optimism! Good Cheer! “God rest ye, merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay!”

But the reality, then as now, was dramatically different… and the petty bureaucrats of these departments, more caring for self rather than national preservation, diluted, diminished and minimized the problem. For shame! If Senator Sam Ervin were alive today, he might well ask as he did of President Nixon, “What did he know? When did he know it?” The Senator got results with these questions then… and they need to be resurrected now for immediate use.

Half the population of these United States now at risk and clearly so.

The groups mentioned above are the at risk populations. They are the ones, and remember this means you and yours, with higher blood pressure due to the amount of salt they eat.

For the rest of the population (many of them trending to the at risk category), the government continues to recommend about a teaspoon a day — 2,300 miligrams, or about one-third less than the average person consumes.

Salt, a tasty killer.

Here the results are arresting, sobering, even frightening. Too much sodium increases the risk of high blood pressure, stroke and other problems. All this is known, clear… and largely ignored.

What you can do.

Still, we must do what we can. We are, after all, Americans, the original “can-do” nation and somewhere in our bag of angst, we still have (I hope) the necessary resolve and tenacity to confront the crisis of a great people (mis)eating themselves to death. The solution? Keep your mouth shut and think before you salt, every single time. And follow these government guidelines:

* Read nutrition labels. Buy low sodium products.

* Consume more fresh or home-prepared foods and fewer processed foods.

* Ask that salt not be added to your restaurant meals.

* Decrease sodium over time so that you’re not jolted and put off by the different taste of your foods.

The tragedy, however, is that even if these constructive acts became the custom of the land today at the wave of a wand, they would still be insufficient to solve the problem. The reason? We are at the mercy of a food industry which must be a crucial player in the solution of a problem they helped to both create and exacerbate. And these folks are not yet sufficiently involved. Eldridge Cleaver was right: “You’re either part of the problem… or you’re part of the solution.”

These companies, including many of the largest and best known, have another culprit in mind: our craving for foods with salt (and sugar). In short, the food industry is at the mercy of our (jaded) taste buds. And that industry is clear: we cannot afford to produce what people will not buy… and eat.

This being the problem, it is little wonder that the dietary professionals despair. This is not a problem effortless to solve. Thus, while glacial progress is being made, we as a nation and people eat ourselves into hazard.

My suggestion: En boca cerrada no entran moscas. Or salt either. Try it. It works.

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