Monthly Archives: June 2011

Of Sundays. What we have lost along the way.

By Dr. Jeffrey Lant

It is Sunday in Cambridge in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. The forecast is for inclement weather, buckets of rain, wide puddles to jump across, or, if you are of the distracted variety (I’m afraid I often qualify) to splash through unawares. Even with the intermittent rain, Cambridge will be on this day what Cambridge always is: a place of intellectual power, internecine academic battles often on topics of the least significance (hence their abrasiveness); a place, too, where everyone and his brother has either just written a book, is in the middle of writing a book, or is contemplating writing a book that will transform the world as we know it.

It is beautiful… it is exciting… it is lofty and drenched with youth… but there will be absolutely nothing of the traditional American Sunday here… or most anywhere else in America for that matter. That stalwart of our society is dead…. and today I lament its passing and what we have lost thereby. The great American Sunday, sacred to God, family and jackets and ties at an abundant repast, was one of them.

American values, Midwestern setting.

I grew up in Illinois, the most American of states, ultimate home of Abraham Lincoln, the epitome of American values. All states in the Glorious Republic are American, of course; Illinois is the great beating heart of this body politic.

I didn’t know, what child does, that I was, in the ‘forties and ‘fifties living through an inter-related series of cultural transformations which would, after being boiled and scorched in the cauldron of the ‘sixties, strip my family and all the other solidly middle class prairie families of too many of the verities they loved and cherished, believing them to be essential for a life of republican simplicities, moral certainties, and the resounding democratic principles on which the nation was formed. Our Sundays reflected these essential elements and sustained them.

I’d now like to share with you the contours of that Sunday, for it was good, decent, hallowed by tradition yet as fresh as the quips that flew around the highly polished dining table smelling of beeswax and elbow grease, the ample midday fare always abundant, never ostentatious.

Sunday began, for my mother at least, Saturday afternoon. It was then she did the work she hoped and was indeed confident would pass the critical scrutiny she knew her maternal peers would exact on her, her degree of proficiency in the crucial business of mothering, what manner of house keeper, wife, and mother she was, whatever observations made to circulate around the town as fast as, if not faster, than a Western Union telegram.

Fathers could afford to opt out of the crucial Saturday evening tasks for the morrow; children knew they would be called, and often more than once, to “try this on… you can’t wear that… polish those shoes at once and put them in a bag in the car ” to keep them pristine for the absolutely certain community review and commentary. My mother’s standing amidst other mothers and in the town generally depended on what she did and how she did it. And no one, but no one, was more adept at making every fine distinction and conclusion than the matrons of the town. Sure of themselves… their opinions were resounding, incontrovertible, and could never be challenged, waived, or overruled.

My mother, born and bred in Illinois, the stock of immigrants and pioneers, knew all this, none better. That’s why she was busily at work, including doing things even the most lynx-eyed matron could not see… examining linings… ensuring the car was clean inside (outside being my father’s province)…. examining, re-examining, now dubious, now, Mamie Eisenhower-like, concluding with a white glove review and then to her arrangements and personal presentation. No detail, not a single one, was ever overlooked; each according to the standards of her peers, just so.

“God shed his grace on thee.”

I am a WASP, a White Anglo-Saxon Protestant, my lineage boasting Scots, Germans, and waves of Englishmen. These days it is rather fashionable amidst the ill-informed and worse advised cognoscenti to pooh-pooh and even deride these nation-founding people as limited, prejudiced, arrogant, self-aggrandizing, and worse. If such things were said, even softly, about America’s other ethnic varieties, there would be mass outrage against such bigotry and discrimination. But such things are said of us with impunity, on the same principle as a “cat may look at a king.” My ethnic fellow-travelers sail on disregarding such remarks and distortions. I wish it to be understood that they are as unacceptable as any words of prejudice and bigotry.

The churches of my prairie town were of the usual variety; each had its own constituency and place in the social hierarchy. The Roman Catholics built schools and basilicas on extravagant Roman models. They were, so my grandmother would whisper, full of immigrants from Eastern Europe (the lesser half) and deluded by the incense and fripperies of Pius XII, a Protestant bug-a-bear. Just saying his name could produce a noticeable frisson.

The Protestant churches were headed, such was the residual pull of the nation we had freed ourselves from, by the Episcopal Church. Then a tie between what was still called the Congregational Church and the Methodist Church. Lesser, suspect denominations like Baptists were never discussed at all; a disapproving silence was sufficient. As for religions which sent zealots door-to-door, that was all they ever saw – the door.

My grandparents sternly approved of religion and its virtues, but rarely went to church themselves. In fact, off hand, I cannot remember seeing my grandfather at any other religious ceremony but the marriages of his 4 children and blessed relations. My parents, however, were different; for both, religion was important and as a result theological discussions, publications, arguments, visiting missionaries were commonplace. It was thought only seemly that I should, year after year, win a prize for memorizing the most Bible verses; something which has stood me in good stead to this day, when a Biblical quotation is apt.

My parents were sometimes parishioners in the Methodist Church, sometimes in the Congregational. My first memory of the latter is a stack of folding chairs suitable for the frequent church socials, all stamped “Congo.” I supposed, being geographically inclined, that meant Belgian Congo, an exotic destination of my imagination. In due course I came to be disappointed, learning it was merely an abbreviation for the church itself. Still, since many of my thousand best friends went to the “Congo,” I liked going there the best. It was simply another school, filled with familiar faces.

Arrival at church, “Congo” most of all, was an event. My parents and I pretty much knew everyone because we were related, friends, school mates, neighborhood buddies. This was the importance of Sunday, for here God, family, country all came together, scenic, vital, reassuring, important. It was the heart of the heart of America. We needed more of this in our challenged land. Instead, we have far less.

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. Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author’s permission by Daniel Fischer http://SuccessClicks.com. Check out Info Cash -> http://khdfshops.cpc100.hop.clickbank.net

‘I’m gonna be like you, dad. You know I’m gonna be like you.’ U.S. Father’s Day, June, 2011.

By Dr. Jeffrey Lant

Author’s note. To get into the mood of this special Father’s Day article, go to any search engine and find “Cat’s in the Cradle” sung by Harry Chapin in 1974. Its refrain is haunting, and every boy-turned-father understands the bite in the words, often painfully so…

“A child arrived just the other day”, February 16, 1947.

It was my birth day but, as I couldn’t possibly have known, it was the end of their honeymoon and that special tea-for-two idyll that comes only once. My parents married February 16,1946; I teased them for years about the importance of that last digit.

Like all babies, I expected, demanded and maneuvered to be the center of their lives. It’s what babies do.

But I can imagine now what was going on in the weeks prior to that mad-dash to the hospital that transformed my beautiful young mother from a wife with a constituency of one… into a multi-tasking mother.

I was the first born child, first child, first son, first grandson on both sides; every one of these designations pushed omniscient women forward and my father back. The process, you see, in those post-War years was not made for fathers, no matter how caring. And, upon arrival, I monopolized my mother. I’ve told you, it’s what babies do… and even then I was masterful at my craft.

There must have been times, though no one to this day has ever said so, when he missed the bright, laughing eyed girl he’d married. She was the essence of the “fun on a date” ‘forties girl who had the gift of joy with lots to spare.

She gave me a clue years later, telling me she didn’t like children, didn’t mean to have any, and thought they looked like frogs. (Queen Victoria thought so, too). But, she quickly added and always emphasized that all that changed when the nurse handed me over for my first visit, textbook perfect infantile innocence.

I’d “come into the world in the usual way”. And I was determined to keep the full and undivided attention of the woman who didn’t yet know how her own instincts would conduce to my constant benefit; literally born yesterday I didn’t need Dr. Spock to tell me that.

Into this new, unstudied situation my father had to move and move delicately for now words like “shhhhhh, he’s sleeping” meant sacrifice, limitations, and even unwonted loneliness. It was a sea-change from the happy “you-for-me-and-me-for-you” days of such recent memory.

“He learned to walk while I was away.”

Like most children I don’t know what I actually remember or what I have, from pictures and family stories, been taught to remember. But there is hardly a memory either way that is not more her than him. He worked hard, long hours, lucky to have a job in the recession that promptly came with our unqualified war victory. She was the center of my universe. And, like Chapin, my first steps were probably taken when he was being a “good provider”. But there is a story that sums up the situation.

One hot, humid Illinois summer day (are there any other?) when I was about three, my mother and I screamed for ice cream. But there was not a dollar to be had… except for a dollar bill my father had circulated amongst his Navy buddies, to be autographed by each. Such a token was not to be surrendered lightly, but it was surrendered nonetheless, for the delicacy of an instant and later, poignant regrets. He must have loved us very much to do such a thing… it says volumes about the man.

“My son turned ten just the other day. He said, “Thanks for the ball, dad, come on let’s play.”

In the suburbs of Chicago in the early Eisenhower years, you needed to be good at handling the balls of several sports… or so bright that you could afford to ignore sports because you were destined for greater things. My brother filled the first category; I filled the second. I knew my brother was easier to handle; he fit in, particularly the year he made the state Little League team, and we all trooped down to Freeport to watch him, resplendent in a uniform that said “Moose”; this was lifetime certification that he was a boy’s boy…

I was different, always with my nose in a book, the one who when asked at age 10 or so what he wanted to be when he grew up, without dropping a beat, said “Harvard graduate; millionaire; writer of many books.” II wasn’t what prairie parents were accustomed to hearing… What’s more, it all came true in due course…

Another celebrated incident took place about this time. My parents and I went to some local swimming hole for a day of the kind of innocent amusements I couldn’t wait to escape from. At the end of the day, it was, I think, my mother who said the inevitable line about their guests, “Cute couple. Great relationship.” That sort of thing. What did I think? Without missing a beat I said I thought they had problems… and seer-like, foretold splitsvillle. Of course, I was told I was wrong, but just weeks later they separated. My stock soared… and my father pressed me less to fire a gun, build superb back yard igloos, throw a ball, you get the picture. He had to wonder about this creature sui generis.. and what his role as father might mean or entail.

I was not an easy child, although I say it myself, an interesting one. He must have seen I was moving beyond his sphere into uncharted waters. I could hardly wait until it happened and my joy at crossing another day off the calendar, the sooner to commence my Great Journey, must have been palpable, even affronting. I did not want what his life epitomized and I was too green, unknowing how to say this without insult… and uncaring about the effect.

There was, in those years, more coexistence than empathy., not least because he tried hard to get me to understand and adopt verities he saw as fundamental and essential… about which I had quite different ideas. I severely embarrassed him the day I refused to answer the pastor’s call for Communion, being unable to subscribe to the tenets. (I have never taken Communion sincen.)

There was, too, his desire that I should understand the farmer’s life practised by all my cousins and should, as part, learn how to harvest oats and drive a tractor. The first scratched; the second bored. Neither oats nor tractor have played any role in my development.

“Well, he came from college just the other day…”

My launching pad to the vision I had long been shaping for my life came with a college acceptance letter. ….. and thereafter, too long, communications were as rushed and superficial as Harry Chapin sings.

“I’ve long since retired and my son’s moved away…”

And so it might have stayed, both of us stubborn, obstinate, headstrong — proud men, unyielding. But, you see, the love that caused a prized war memento to be sacrificed had always been present, waiting for auspicious times. He told me the other day, cast down now and again by the tremors and afflictions of the way we age now, that he was ready to go whenever the good Lord wants him. And neither he nor I fear that… for we have, at last, found each other and gladly so.

“And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me, He’d grown up just like me. My boy was just like me.”

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.
Republished with author’s permission by Daniel Fischer http://SuccessClicks.com. Check out e Master Classes -> http://www.SuccessClicks.com/?rd=fz0SziPp

The resignation of Congressman Anthony Weiner, June 16, 2011. Throwing away ‘the dearest thing he owed as ’twere a careless trifle.’

By Dr. Jeffrey Lant

The resignation of Congressman Anthony Weiner, June 16, 2011. Throwing away “the dearest thing he owed as ’twere a careless trifle.”

Shakespeare, who knew a thing or two about delivering the right conclusions to move audiences, would, no doubt about it, have been underwhelmed by every aspect of U.S. Representative Anthony Weiner’s resignation yesterday.

News junkies like me were informed that, at 2 p.m. Eastern time, the man who was the butt of a million off-color jokes for which he was completely responsible, would come before the people of the 9th New York district, and the world, and have his say before he went on his way.

News junkies and history buffs all know such moments can produce riveting theatre; Shakespeare knew it too… and he, like us, would have hunkered down to await a signature American moment after which we could well and truly say (as Malcolm in “Macbeth”) “Nothing in his life became him like the leaving it”.

But we were disappointed — and irritated.

Anthony Weiner let us down… and himself, too.

Politicians know public life has many vicissitudes, that ups and downs are inevitably part of the picture. The question is not whether there will be bad days; there will be. The question is how you handle them so that you squeeze the utmost advantage even from the grimmest days.

Elected to the U.S. House of Representatives 7 times, Anthony Weiner became well known to his colleagues as a characteristic New Yorker. For those who have never been to the Big Apple and don’t know the genre, you’re missing out on one of the world’s most interesting political animals, for such people are feisty, opinionated, bare knuckle fighters who relish going mano a mano with their opponents. New York politics is a corrida, and aficionados watch every move with a severely jaundiced and critical eye.

Anthony Weiner was one of the best… at just 46 a man to watch. Ole’!

Planning for the end.

From June 6, 2011, when the scandal broke, it became clearer with every passing day and one abashing revelation after another, that only a supremely gifted politician could survive a scandal that titillated the nation. Weiner is not that gifted. He mulled over his options day by day, and they diminished as members of his own Democratic party became ever more insistent that he get lost and, like old soldiers, just fade away.

The sinless Pharisees lead by House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi made America nauseous by prating on about Weiner’s duty to beat it when it was clear this self-serving crew cared only about their own hides, imperiled by Weiner’s train of indiscretions.

You might have thought such folks, who had once lavished superlatives on Weiner, would have said some remarks indicating just how truly sorry they were their brother in Congress had erred so and was hurting. After all, Weiner had served his party and its members well until he started texting crotch shots.

But politicians don’t work that way. They are quick with compliments when such compliments cost them nothing but some of the hot air which they always have, and to spare.

However, when their dear old colleague and friend stumbles and falls, they seize the moment to demonstrate the art form hypocrisy becomes in their practiced hands… They quickly look in the mirror to ensure that they are sinless and then seeing what they want to see, they cast the first stone… the second… the third… and every stone necessary to kill off and remove their once lauded friend and colleague. It’s disgusting… it’d odious… it’s the way they play politics the Washington way… hold your nose if you plan to venture closer to this noisome midden.

In such a situation Anthony Weiner needed to move carefully and with some of the discretion so remarkably absent from his own, about to be abbreviated career. What did he want his end to accomplish, so that nothing so became it?

He wanted that end to keep his options open and position him for whatever he wanted to do in the future. These options include, but are not limited to, recapturing his seat, running for another office, or just leaving in such a way that his political reputation and legacy were secure, seen as important, valuable, worthwhile.

But did he get what he needed?

Over the last few days reports surfaced that Anthony Weiner was frail, disoriented, at sea. No wonder. His smug, self-satisfied colleagues (their scandals not yet on the nation’s lips) hit him with brickbat after brickbat. They wanted him to disappear, and as he refused to accede to their insistent wishes, they hurt him the more. That a mere mortal should wilt in such circumstances is hardly surprising…

He bought some time for himself by getting a two-week leave of absence from his congressional duties, the better to seek counseling and assistance. There was at least the possibility in this that he would use the extra time to get a breather and study his options carefully… so that he could capture the silver lining from the thunder cloud he created for himself.

Anthony Weiner blew his Broadway moment.

I imagine but do not know that Anthony Weiner, like most U.S. politicians, is a student of American history. As such Weiner knew, or should have known, that what our countryman like is a fighter, someone who faces adversity with the full panoply of American virtues: energy, a never-say-die grit, a smile that won’t quit and total focus on the American people and improvinig their lives. I say Weiner should have known all this but one celebrated New York politician didn’t.

This guy’s name was Thomas E. Dewey. He was twice a candidate for president on the Republican ticket. The first time he got the nomination (1944) because of his grit and courage. Franklin Roosevelt, another New Yorker, beat him but not disgracefully so. The GOP kept the man’s name on its dance card… and gave him another shot in 1948. But instead of running for president, Dewey (widely regarded as the certain winner) gave America bromides and homilies, not a decent idea or a single indication that he believed in anything aside from winning.

Harry Truman knew America better than Dewey and knew Americans respected fighters, the fighters they were themselves. Weiner needed to go out fighting… but he didn’t.

He needed not just to thank his neighbors in the 9th district. He needed to remind them why they’d elected him 7 times… and, with some soaring rhetoric entirely absent from the proceedings, make them feel the issues important to him. That man is flesh and tempted is true… but a man may sin and sin again and still do the people’s work and fight the people’s battles.

I wanted to see stuffing in Anthony Weiner… and I saw nothing but platitudes delivered before the inevitable flags.

It just wasn’t good enough… not for those neighbors, not for New York, not for America… and not to revive a once promising career whose last moments were interrupted by hecklers, one being a writer for Howard Stern.

And so Anthony Weiner had his chance… and failed to turn lemons into lemonade. And when it became clear that he couldn’t or wouldn’t seize his moment and rise to the occasion… he became just another politician who could dish out the words all right… but who didn’t have the right stuff, the stuff to rouse, motivate, enthuse and excite; the right stuff Americans know and admire because it is the best of us.

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. Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author’s permission by Daniel Fischer http://SuccessClicks.com. Check out Lead Rocket -> http://khdfshops.leadrocket.hop.clickbank.net

It’s all Greek to David Norris as this once shoo-in to be president of Ireland fights for his political life.

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

By any standard David Norris is an unusual man. For openers, consider this….

He is an Anglican in a country overwhelmingly Roman Catholic.

He was born in the Belgian Congo.

His mother was Irish, but his father was not only English, but in the British Army.

And he is openly gay, something which can still cause a frisson even amongst the most sophisticated of Dubliners.

Norris, in his own personal history and biography, is a symbol of how far Ireland has come from the bleak and bigoted land of recent history.

Indeed, just a few weeks ago this man of determination, grit and grace, gifted with a smile that suggests everything is possible, was riding high in his quest to become the first openly gay Irish president.

Then some sexual habits of the ancient Greeks — and Norris’ opinion about them — surfaced, to create a maelstrom which has laid the man low.

Here are the facts.

In January 2002, Norris gave an interview to the politics/current affairs magazine “Magill”. In this article he questioned the age of consent for homosexual and heterosexual intercourse and reflected on social attitudes towards incest. At the time, this little read article in less read “Magill” had no influence whatsoever, seemingly sunk without a trace… until it looked like liberal Independent Senator Norris might become President Norris.

Enter the conscience of Helen Lucy Burke.

Burke was a restaurant critic, more at home with souffles and novelle cuisine than Irish politics and statecraft. However she was assigned to do the “Magill” article, perhaps hoping to get Norris, whose girth and enbonpoint showed a gourmand’s disposition, to make some witty culinary remarks. In any event, when the Senator focused on sex rather than truffles, Ms. Burke found the subject distasteful, disgusting, disgraceful.

As the likelihood of Norris becoming president surged along with his poll numbers, Burke found herself on the horns of a dilemma. She knew where duty (and lots of great publicity) lay… and so she took her disgust and outraged conscience to national broadcaster RTE.

Burke titillated the nation with her rendition of what Senator Norris had said in that soon-to-be-infamous “Magill” interview. Words like “incest” and “pedophilia” were on every Irish lip… and every time they were uttered there was another puncture in Norris’ candidacy.

For Norris the timing of Burke’s remarks could not have been worse. After all, the nation stood abashed at the extent of the pedophile priest scandal and how the Church had (mis)handled it. The distinction that Norris wanted to make, and kept reiterating about the difference between the sanctioned man-boy love of the ancient Greeks and the coercive sex forced by priests on innocent boys was lost on the nation. Ireland’s moral conscience, always ready for arousal, drew an adamant line at men and their boys, totally, completely, resoundingly, absolutely.

A sumptuous dinner party chez Agathon.

The source of all this outrage and anger was a fictional dinner party described by the celebrated Greek philosopher Plato c. 385-380 BCE. In this important document 7 well-heeled Athenians come together in what was termed a symposium for superior cuisine and even more superior, entirely candid conversation between men of education, wit and culture.

The subject of this night’s conversation was the genesis, purpose and nature of love… a topic on which every guest could, and did, wax bold, provocative, amusing, even lyrical. It was just the kind of event that the well-educated and clever Norris would have been delighted to attend (and to which he would surely have been invited). Helen Lucy Burke would have wanted to go, too, if only to review the menu, but that was unthinkable! Really, what an outrage against tradition and the proprieties that would be!

Plato placed this dinner party in the house of the tragedian Agathon in Athens, the cultural capital of the world. Each man was to deliver an encomium, a speech in favor of erotic love. The dishes (the squid perhaps a tad overcooked) removed, the wine flowing liberally, these high-placed Attic gentlemen (who had each secretly practiced for their moment) got up on legs less steady as the evening progressed to say his piece… for his friends and, as it turned out, for all of human history.

Socrates, always tendencious, preachy, overbearing, went first, the better to get over his predictable remarks that the highest love was to become a philosopher, a lover of wisdom. Younger wits reckoned he would say that, being he was a philosopher, the most important philosopher. Still, poor old Soc, what a bore.

The encomium of the legal expert Pausanias ranged far and wide; perhaps lawyer Pausanias had drunk too deep of Agathon’s fine wines, for some words were muddled indeed. Still this man of the law knew how to please an audience as he discusses the superior wisdom, beauty and intelligence of men… and their undoubted fitness to be the teachers, the friends and counselors… and the lovers of young boys and adolescents. As Pausanias warmed to his subject, his auditors (seduced by the orator’s compliments and graceful asides) would have given their full concurrence.

Over 2000 years later, David Norris,would have given it, too. And he did understandably but not wisely in his “Magill” interview and other, later comments. For Norris the lure of ancient Greece, when men of his inclinations had every freedom, was palpable. But for Helen Lucy Burke, who did not understand, who was perhaps entirely incapable of understanding, it was all sin, abomination, writhing bodies, lost souls…

… and so this mere restaurant critic of painfully few readers took it upon herself to end the political career of the one man best capable of taking their nation to another level of tolerance, acceptance, and comity.

This is why today (June 10, 2011) you’ll find David Norris, whose poll numbers have now crashed, trying to resurrect his once-certain candidacy. To do so he must persuade local councillors that he would be the best president of Ireland, that his remarks have been misunderstood, and that he understands and appreciates the national outrage about his advanced, unwisely stated views.

In other words, this great gourmet must first eat a liberal portion of crow… and even that too little to achieve his goal.

Ireland, of course, will be the poorer without a President Norris, but even in his likely defeat Norris will do what he has done so often: advance the cause of human (and particularly) sexual rights. It is not what he wanted and thought he would get, but human society moves slowly… and, as we all know, painfully slowly in Ireland.

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.details. Dr. Lant is also a hisorian and author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author’s permission by Daniel Fischer http://SuccessClicks.com.

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When you launch your blog make sure that you’ve got a few weeks’ worth of solid content for your visitors to consume when they arrive. If you use WordPress, it’s easy to upload content and choose which dates it will appear. Develop a Blog Promotion Plan You want to create massive exposure for your blog when you first launch it.

Here are a few ideas for promoting your blog:

Publish a Press Release announcing your new blog launch and submit it to a PR submission service.

Schedule a series of guest blogging gigs on the top blogs in our niche—kind of like a promotional blog tour.

Create a series of videos highlighting your blog, the topics you cover, the products you are offering and even something about you.

Interview the luminaries in your niche and then publish these videos to several video sharing sites (not just youtube.com) with a link back to your site in the description.

Do a massive article marketing campaign by creating 25 or more articles a week and submitting them to the top article marketing directories.

Get booked on popular Internet radio or podcast shows in your niche to talk about your topic. Create a contest using a WordPress plugin that rewards your visitors for sharing about your blog with valuable prizes and prestige.

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There is a lot more that you need to know about creating niche profit blogs.

What really constitutes success? Courageous researchers turn the world upsidedown, as they reveal why failure should be your career path of choice.

by Dr. Jeffrey Lant

Actung! Warning! Cuidado!

The world’s foremost authorities on what constitutes success have released their long-awaited report. It is a blockbuster, an astonishing tour de force on what really constitutes success and failure.

This astonishing report, an eon or two in the making, drawing as it does from the circumstances and life paths of people worldwide, delivers its grave conclusions with a plethora of detail previously only hinted at; so explosive are these findings for you and for people worldwide who, until this very minute, have been kept from them by a worldwide conspiracy. Thus the publication of these findings is not only an act of intellectual boldness but of actual physical courage and pluck.

Now we know, for a certainty, what truly constitutes success and what we must do at once.

1) Getting out of bed in the morning is dangerous to your health.

Among the report’s most revolutionary conclusions is that the shear act of getting out of bed is perilous to your health and very existence. For instance: 100% of the people who get up this morning, who dare to put feet into bunny-slippers, will die. Thus, the researchers delivering this now irrefutable truth, are adamant: if you wish to be healthy, indeed even keep life, you must not, cannot and always should not even get out of bed at all. You now have this on the highest authority. Bad things happen to those who get up!

2) Shocking but true. Avoid taking a shower, sprucing yourself up, dressing up, even dressing at all. All and every one of these actions is dangerous to your health. Indeed these courageous researchers go farther: they each individually and all collectively result in certain death! No wonder, they aver, conspirators have been keeping these explosive findings from us!

3) Don’t prepare an agenda or to-do list for today. In a conclusion sure to roil old-time success advocates, it is now known that 100% of people resorting to the use of preparatory notes, check- and to-do lists and business aide memoires will, day by day, be wiped out . This is now unarguable.

4) Get rid of your positive attitude. Another seismic conclusion for the people worldwide who embrace the Cult of Success: drop your positive attitude at once. The short term- effects of a positive, can-do attitude are hazardous; the long-term effects are terminal.

Your positive attitude could, indeed most likely would, place you in the closest possible proximity to other positively attituded people worldwide, thereby compounding the effects of this condition. For example, It is well-known that people in business with positive attitude will a) attract people to you b) cause these people to do business with you, thereby increasing your (always undesirable work load), and c) result in the acquisition of money which further increases your work load. One, after all, cannot merely have money; one must work to determine what to do with it. And the punishing effects of all this work add up: work to get it, work more to invest it, work still more to handle the increasing wealth begat by this demanding increasing wealth, the whole a burdensome, staggering amount of work — and all easily avoided.

Researchers are clear and adamant: for real success, JUST SAY NO! Save your life; don’t lift a finger on your own behalf, much less for anyone else, any one at all. Remember, you are in this life for yourself and yourself only; even your “nearest and dearest”, are really nothing more than cannon fodder. (But don’t let them known, lest their generosity to you stop at once and absolutely.)

5) Never, ever offer your business prospects and clients a good offer, much less a superior knock-their-socks-off offer. Why? Because they might take it… and that would never do. After all, you’d then have to do the work, not least having to cater to them and all their quaint, whimsical notions about what constitutes proper and acceptable customer service. And this will, as stated, never do, for they too are nothing more than a necessary evil.

Researchers have now shown conclusively that the correct, more eminently sensible way to a handle these pests is to promise everything while delivering nothing. The researchers pointed out that a good many businesses, even the most renowned and long-standing, already do this with (so they report) happy impunity. They are and truly in the vanguard, and their notable effects on behalf of customer (dis) service are hereby noted — and praised. These titans set the trend for us all.

6) Never return a phone call. For this too increases your already rocketing out of control work load. Here the researchers remind us: 100 per cent of working people, the more so every small and home-based business owner, reports stress. Medical researchers are clear that there is a stress-related component in virtually every human illness. Thus, work is the truest cause and reason for human ailments and demise. The strongest possible action is immediately necessary to combat these trends and fight human morbidity.

Thus, stop placing and stop answering phone calls at once.

Now hear this: EVERY time you place or return a phone call you are initiating a process that increases your already aching work load. Again the stress factor is not only apparent; it becomes determinative as the number of such calls increase. As your usage of these becomes paramount, the inherent destructive effects become uncontrollable and destructive. You no longer work the machine; the machine works you… right into stress, disability, and the certainty of an early demise where only the heirs to your earthly fortune are contented. As the researchers make clear, cease and desist and so save yourself — your progeny to perdition

7) Never say “thank you” and never, ever “give back”.

To lead the most perfect of lives, to achieve the quintessence of success, there are, so researchers emphatically point out, things you must do (e.g.”avoid all work for yourself; delegate lavishly to others”.) and — even more importantly — things you must never do. Here are two of the most important of the latter:

Never say thank you to anyone at any time for any reason. Saying thank you is not only a task, and all tasks, whether menial or significant, should be discarded as energy draining and unproductive. Moreover, to say thank you to others opens a Pandora’s box of woes… not the least of which is that a thank-you in any form becomes a standing invitation for the person being thanked to ask you for something, thereby increasing your always uncongenial work-load. Don’t go there, for there lie dragons.

Finally, never “give back”. Researchers have deduced, in one of the most breathtaking of their findings, that the successful hoard, not disperse; they hide resources, never disclosing; they are adept at asset shuffling, never asset donating. And you must be the same… for to start on the road of “giving back” will inexorably lead others to expect, implore and even insist that you do so; thereby diminishing the mountain of property you have created for yourself alone, any other use being inimical to your own best interests. By following these entirely frank, candid, insightful observations on the true realities of success, you will truly be a success, the very acme of what you can be. Such an event needs a celebration and such a celebration needs a great voice to do you homage. I have invited signature crooner Bing Crosby to serenade you. Look in any search engine for “Swinging on a Star” from the 1941 film “Going My Way”. Oh yes, by following the researchers’ recommendations, you’ll surely swing… but not on a star. For der Bingle was right, all the monkeys don’t live in the zoo…

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. Dr. Lant is also the author of 18 best-selling business books. Republished with author’s permission by Daniel Fischer http://SuccessClicks.com.

Killer Content Review

In this Killer Content Review I would like to focus on one specific and very powerful feature the product is equipped with, and that is the 980 niches it directly supports.

Socrates Socratous has been an innovator in Internet marketing for years and if he has spent over 18 months developing a product, you know it is a complete solution.

Selecting the right niche is the most important part of a marketing campaign and people either put too much thought into or not enough. Unfortunately the latter is more common.

Killer Content is definitely the right name for this product because they have an insane amount of content right your fingertips (over 150,000 articles). With this much content, leave it to Socrates to take something as potentially frustrating finding content for your niche and making it a simple click of a mouse. This is proof that experience does count.

All this content is categorized into 980 distinct niches with that number changing daily, not only being added too, but being modified as trends change. Killer Content is not a static product that will ever be finished. It is a living monster that is lurking behind the scenes and adapting to every change in the Internet environment.

Having over 980 niches available at the click of a button was just not quite impressive enough for this Socrates Socratous character though. All of the content within each niche is even searchable by keyword. If your niche would benefit from content with, let’s say “party balloon”, one click later and you have thousands of articles in your specific niche with your specific keyword to choose from.

Everyone always says to act now because space is limited, but with Killer Content space really is limited. The dynamics of Internet marketing have changed and Killer Content will become the industry standard without a doubt.

I strongly suggest, no I urge you to look at this product now. If you miss out on this opportunity you will be paying a freelancer to use their Killer Content account to do the work for you, and that would be a shame.

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Killer Content Review

This review of Killer Content is an unbiased opinion, but it may not sound that way.

Socrates (the creator of the system) has turned fantasy into a reality. Every one of those “I wish this program would” obstacles you have faced in the past are definitely in the past now.

If you are doing anything Internet related from marketing a product to marketing yourself, Killer Content is what you need.

You simply click on the “Site Manager” icon on the Dashboard and add your blog information so the program knows where to send your “project”.

Now that it knows where things are going, you simply create a project by selecting the articles related to your blog. They have thousands of articles to choose from and your can edit, modify or even spin the article right on the screen. When you are satisfied with the article you can save it by clicking the “project add” icon. Now you have a project with one article in it.

Select more articles and save them to the same project until you build up a sizable amount of content and then you are ready to publish.

One incredible feature of the article data base is you can search it by keyword. Yes you heard that right; you can search thousands of articles by the exact keywords you are using for your blog. That is a feature I will never be able to live without keyword search again.

Now that you have a project you can do one of two things or both. You can publish it to your blog with the “Auto Poster” which has so many features it could easily be a product of its own, or you can generate an eBook with each of the articles appearing as a new chapter.

Create an ebook in pdf format with a click of a button? This is also something that could be a stand alone product and something I can no longer live without.

That is it. It took me longer to talk about Killer Content than it did to put about one full two years worth of content on my own blog.

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Killer Content Review

All the buzz going around about Killer Content is there for a reason and the program is definitely living up to all the hype.

Killer Content is getting ready to go viral in a big way, believe me.

To say this is a full featured program for creating an online presence that will dominate any niche you are is an understatement and does a disservice to the program.

For the first time someone (Socrates Socratous the creator) has compiled an unimaginable amount of extremely high quality content and married it to a “thing” that is hard to describe. It is a data management program, but that sounds too complicated and if I call it a word processor that sounds too simple.

Whatever title you want to give this program is up to you, but it is the most powerful tool to search and manipulate data a marketer will ever need while at the same time it is as simple as editing a document.

Let me walk you this to give you an idea what I am talking about.

You create a project; this is as simple as clicking on the word “new project” and typing in the name of your new project.

Then you search the list of only God knows how many super high quality articles. You don’t just search this list randomly, although you can if you want. You search this list by Keyword. Yes, you type in the exact keyword or phrase you want and the filter will generate a data base of thousands of articles with your specific keyword.

When you open an article you can edit and change the article any way you want, right there like you were on your favorite word processor. With a click of a button you can even “spin” the article right from the same screen with a very powerful spinning program. When you get the article the way you want it then you just save it to your project.

Then you just repeat the process over and over until you have as much content as you want in the project you created.

Now you go to your project to complete the process. You can auto-post your content directly to your blog. The auto-post program lets you control every aspect of how the content will hit your blog. You can set times and dates for each article to hit or you can just send them out all at once the choice is yours, but to just have a choice at all is something amazing.

Just because you are posting your content doesn’t mean the fun will stop there, you can generate an ebook in pdf format directly from your project window with a single click of a button.

Click, BOOM! An instant ebook with chapters arranged in the order of the article numbers in your project. Once again, you have full control over the look, feel and layout of the book and it is less complicated than a word processor.

Like I said, I don’t know what kind of a title you would give a program like Killer Content, but if I ever meet Socrates I want to shake his hand. I highly recommend this system.