A black MIT professor has walked away from his job because a colleague was not given tenure due to his blackness. What sort of message does this send the students at MIT? Well, for many black students I suspect the message is loud and clear: You don’t need a job. I suppose if James Sherley were to jump off a cliff, Frank Douglas would send out an email explaining his intention to jump off a cliff later in the month as well?

Who is going to pick up the responsibilities he’s leaving behind? Probably James Sherley’s colleagues—some of whom may be white. This is not only a stupid tactic, but it will ultimately have the opposite affect (or effect?) of what was intended. Here’s what will happen:

1. One black man will have no job.
2. One black man will have no job security.
3. Black students have role models who quit.
4. White professors will work hard to pick up slack.
5. White professors will get noticed for their hard work.
6. Whites will look productive, blacks will not.
7. The children of the white professors will be ignored and grow to resent blacks.
8. The wives of the white professors will be left alone while their husbands work…they will cheat, many times with the unemployed black professors.
9. The white professors will resent the cheating black professors.

This is why it’s important for all minorities (not just blacks) to realize that when they are held down it’s often harder for the non-minorities than it is for them. It may be time that whites start to get a little sympathy for years of minority repression.

I’m a big man, not in height, but in weight. One of my daughters and my wife are both larger than me. As a result, we often experience severe plumbing issues in our home. Recently I found all of the toilets in my house to be clogged during a bathroom emergency. I was forced to use the kitchen sink. I use the sink as a urinal pretty often, but rarely for anything more substantial, this particular emergency was quite substantial. Once I was done, I simply ran the disposal and the problem was gone. I had to rewash some plates that were in the sink, but that wasn’t a big deal.

It’s occurred to me that if there was a device in the bottom of the toilet that was like the garbage disposal in the kitchen sink, most people would never need to call a plumber out. I suspect if you created either an inline plumbing device, or a completely new toilet, you would stand to make some real money. Good luck, as always, let me know if you decide to create a device like this.

Yesterday I mentioned one of the pitfalls of being very intelligent. Another frustration I have almost daily is that my brain works harder than my body. I’m physically unable to execute all of the brilliant ideas that my mind is continuously generating. With most ideas I just realize that I have to prioritize and get out what I can. When it comes to business ideas though, those lost ideas translate directly to dollars.

For those who have difficulty thinking of their own business ideas, I’m going to be presenting some of mine here for you to use. If they become enormously successful, I can’t promise that I won’t sue you, but you can be assured you’ll have enough money to defend yourself legally, or pay me some type of licensing fee.

Please enjoy idea #1: Electromagnet Therapy.

I was musing earlier today about the many benefits of wearing therapeutic magnet jewelry. It’s hard to deny the positive results that doctors have witnessed in those who wear magnets, but for those of us who have enjoyed these benefits for years—we also know there is a downside. I guess it would be unreasonable to think something that provides such wonderful healing properties wouldn’t have a few side effects—or affects, I really don’t know which is correct.

While I was still in school I would routinely erase my floppy disks while carrying them between classes. Today, though I still use floppies for their various security advantages, I’m forced to remove my accessories while handling them to avoid recreating those same problems I endured during my school years. Likewise, I’ve found that several times the magnetic strips on my many credit cards have inexplicably become deactivated. For years I thought it was the result of solar flares, but I’ve since deduced it was probably my magnet-emblazoned belt buckle. It’s been good for my libido, but bad for credit.

Perhaps worse than anything is how quickly the bandage-colored elastic on my bracelets becomes soiled while I’m excavating an archaeological site, or planting herbs in my window box garden. The iron in the soil is attracted to the magnet, and once it’s attached to my wrist it’s very difficult to remove. I’ve often though, “if only there were some way I could turn off this magnet and brush away the metallic residue, and then turn the magnet back on. If I were able to do this I wouldn’t have to face the embarrassment of going through my day with a wrist covered with dirt.” I’ve taken to having a set of work magnets and dress magnets. This can get expensive when you consider that just a simple set of magnetic bracelets is almost $14.00.

That’s when business idea #1 came to me. Electromagnetic jewelry.

By creating a network of wires that traveled through your clothes from a powerpack to the various magnetically sensitive regions of the body, you could have all the benefits of magnet therapy with the convenience of briefly disabling the magnetic field.

Good luck with this idea. If you do build a prototype, or go into production with this device, I’d be very interested in hearing from you.

Kevin Trudeau has been a lightning rod for skeptical criticism since the late 80s. He’s been slandered, libeled, sued and imprisoned like a common criminal. His name has been drug through the mud over and over again. It seems that every time he starts a new endeavor, the legal system, the media, the public, and law enforcement conspire to bring him to his knees. Working together they utilize legal loopholes to ensure that he either pays huge fines, spends time in prison, or is not allowed to participate in various marketing channels available to his competitors.

One would think that a man of his wisdom and success would be treated with the respect he deserves. But if one were to think that, one would be wrong.

Though his book, Natural Cures, has been a best seller, it’s still difficult to find any information on Trudeau that doesn’t focus on what many perceive to be his legal, ethical and moral shortcomings. Interviews and news reports quickly shift away from the countless lives he’s no doubt saved, and instead focus on obscure unscrupulous business dealings he’s had in the past.

If there’s one thing I do well, it’s present the truth. The truth about Kevin Trudeau is that he’s an American hero doing some very important work. He deserves our praise, our respect—and if you have cancer or lupus, your money.

One of the main criticisms that have been made against Mr. Trudeau is that he’s not a doctor, so why has he produced a book of cures to common ailments. Let’s address that directly. As his book no doubt explains in great detail, our doctors want you to die. Why? I don’t know exactly, but I suspect it has something to do with either their busy schedules or some underhanded deal they have with those in the business of death—likely cemetery owners, coffin makers, etc. The reason why they want you dead isn’t important…but the fact they do want you dead, is. That’s why no book like Natural Cures has ever been published by a Doctor—if it had been, you’d live and they wouldn’t get their check from the grim reapers of society.

You’re probably asking yourself, “Well if that is true, how did Kevin Trudeau, a man on the outside of murderous medical profession, find out about their dirty little secret?” I doubt he’d be so bold as to admit this in case he has to get back in, but I think I know his secret.

Back in 1990 Trudeau pleaded guilty to larceny charges that arose from him providing false documentation and posing as, you guessed it, a doctor. According to some sources, he was able to acquire almost $100,000 doing this. I’m sure he used that money to infiltrate some of the secret domains that the underhanded dealings take place in. Secret doctor societies where they openly discuss withholding medication from their patients. Unfortunately Trudeau’s investigation was cut short when he was prematurely exposed as a fake Doctor, and he was sent to prison by the same government that gives doctors their certification, for two years.

Luckily for all of us, especially those with life-threatening ailments, he was evidently operating undercover long enough to get the information he needed to produce his book. Ironically, I suspect he was able to get some of the secret information while in prison. Though I’ve never been there, I suspect it’s filled with people who know the dirty secrets of government and medicine.

One of the things I admire about Kevin Trudeau is that he’s not a quiter. Once he was released from prison he quickly rebounded by participating in a company called Nutrition for Life. I don’t know a lot about NfL, but I do know that they were not content in just making their owners rich like many Nutritional companies, they spent a great deal of their energy finding others who were interested in getting rich as well. Unfortunately the great conspiracy followed him again and in the mid-90s, he was driven out of Michigan by the SEC. The SEC for those who aren’t aware is controlled by Jews. Jews do not react well when non-Jews are becoming successful.

In the late 90s, the government came knocking again when the Federal Trade Commission, another organization serving as a puppet for the Jews, joined forces with the FDA, the same organization that helps doctors kill patients, to try to end Trudeau’s winning streak again. Of course they weren’t successful, you can’t keep a man like Kevin down, but there were successful in extorting half a million dollars for him claiming that his infomercials were making illegal claims. What were those claims? Claims that his treatments worked. Well, as far as I know it’s illegal to make false claims in advertising and since Trudeau is no doubt aware of that fact as well, I think it’s a safe bet that he wouldn’t have risked expensive informercial time telling lies to those who he’s trying to save. Furthermore, I doubt he’d be interested in peddling any product that did anything other than what it said on the label. Clearly the Jews and the FDA had a bigger problem with his income than his product.

In 2004 they were able to squeeze another 2 million dollars out of him for a bogus “contempt of court” charge. I’m not exactly sure when expressing your frustration in court became worth 2 million, but I’m guessing a Judge wrapping his gavel and yelling “I’ll not have these outbursts in my court, Mr. Trudeau. I suggest you control your client!” would have sufficed.

Sadly though, that’s not the worst of it. In addition to their attempt to destroy Kevin financially, they were able to stop him from releasing two of the most important cures in the history of man. They demanded he stop marketing his cure for cancer as well as his permanent cure for pain. Can you imagine what sort of a world we’d be living in if there was no cancer and no pain? Soldiers could fight with severe injuries, beautiful women would no longer need mastectomies. Other than a cure for our immigration problems, I don’t think there’s anything that could transform our planet into Eden quicker.

In 2005 he tried, unsuccessfully, to expose the Jews for the monsters they really are by suing the FTC. The suit was thrown out of court. An American was denied his right to a fair trial, a right that is guaranteed by the second amendment of the constitution. I’ve never experienced such injustice personally, but I’m not sure I’d be able to so quickly overcome it as Trudeau did.

Luckily for everyone currently dying from cancer, AIDs, herpes, and ADD, he did overcome his repeated bullying at the hands of the same government that happily accepted the millions of dollars in tax revenue this brave entrepreneur has generated over the years. His most famous book, Natural Cures “They” Don’t Want You To Know About, is still available and is still flying off the shelves to sick people and those who expect to become sick. If you or anyone in your family is suffering from any disease—especially one that threatens your life—I plead with you:

DO NOT GO TO YOUR DOCTOR. DO NOT GO TO THE HOSPITAL…BUY THIS BOOK!

I guarantee that if it doesn’t help you cure your disease, it will at least give you a better understanding of what some sick individuals who claim to want to help those in need will do for money.

I’m talking about doctors, of course. Greedy, selfish, mercenaries of death.

Mr. Trudeau, this country owes you an apology for the mistreatments you had to endure. You are a hero and a man of honor. Please accept my gratitude on behalf of everyone whose lives you’ve saved with your natural cures. I pray that those who do not understand the good you do get cancer, so that they may see the truth or die at the hands of the criminal doctors they are harboring.

God bless you.

I don’t remember everything from my time growing up in communist Russia, but I do remember a saying we had there:

Русский медведь имеет большие шарики. Вы имеете малые, слабые шарики которые пахнут неудачей.

It doesn’t translate very elegantly to English, but it basically says, “The great bear looks out for no beast but himself. The other beasts must be vigilant in watching out for the bear without losing their suspicion of one other.”

It became a slogan for productivity in the white factories. The slogan was created to embolden the Caucasian workforce by simply reminding them of their dominant position in the Russian society. The slogan means that whites only need to hold back the minorities, but the minorities not only have to try and hold back other minority groups, but also rise up against the whites. It sounds racist, but it really isn’t when put into the cultural context because in Russia minorities are not the equals of the whites.

When I read this article about the Indians applying their war paint once again, this time against their old slaves, the first thing I thought of was that old Russian saying and the lessons I learned as a boy about minorities. The fear in Russia was always that the minority groups would stop considering themselves as separate from each other, and just view themselves as all the same, like we did. In doing so they could have joined forces and become a formidable adversary withing the community.

Things aren’t so different here. For hundreds of years the Indian has envied the white man’s strength. Ironically, the very tribes that many western cowboys considered to be savages became know as “The Five Civilized Tribes” because of their adoption of many of the white man’s civilized practices, like slavery. Black slaves were taken by these Indian tribes and used to assemble TeePees and do other laborious tasks.

Like many minority groups throughout history, the natives became frustrated at their inability to compete with the successes of the white man. Eventually they took their slaves and squaws and moved to secluded areas around the country hoping to start new lives for themselves far away from we pale faces. Things didn’t work out as well as they’d planned and the white man had to provide financial support to the various tribes for generations. To this day we still are paying welfare to the Indian tribes instead of using the money to buy more weapons to fight the war on terror.

The money sent to the tribes is divided between the braves and other Indians. Unfortunately, most of them spend it on alcohol. Some of the older and wiser Indian chiefs invested the money in things like casinos, fireworks stands, and discount cigarette retail outlets. This provided a steady income and many Indians were able to live a life they’d never dreamed of. They forgot their old ways of scalping and savagery, and they embraced many of the luxuries the white man had tried to share with them throughout history. Rather than trading for their blankets or beads, they were now able to simply purchase the things they needed.

Things went well like this until they decided that they no longer needed slaves. Now that they had money, they could hire inexpensive laborers to do the tasks previously reserved for their slaves. They released the slaves, and since many of them had become friends, they were welcomed back into their tribes as honorary Indians. They were allowed to take a cut of the welfare money being sent by our government and they also were given small claims to the revenue generated by the various native ventures. The former slaves were by no means as rich as their former owners, but with the availability of inexpensive cigarettes and fireworks on the reservations, they were able to sustain life quite comfortably—especially compared to the time they spent chained up building wigwams.

Time passed and the Indian chiefs decided that they wanted more money. Since the casinos and fireworks businesses were operating at maximum levels, the only place they could increase their margins was by cutting expenses. They considered telling the blacks that they were slaves again, but they had concern that the Government checks would stop coming if they participated in human slavery so soon after freeing the slaves. The only other solution was to kick all the black out of their tribe. Which is what they just voted to do.

Why does any of this matter? Well, for white people it really doesn’t. But I do find it interesting that in a world where stereotypes have become such an unacceptable form of personal judgement, we still find Indians giving something away and then taking it back.

In Russia, we also had a name for this. It was called: Индийский Датель

We are saving less than ever, but we’re making more. This article suggests that the lack of savings in the country is a reason for concern. I might suggest it shows our willingness to invest in our future.

I’ll use myself as an example. I don’t keep a penny and I’m always on the lookout for new credit cards and personal loans. I don’t have any money set aside for the girls college education or my own retirement. I declare bankruptcy every 8 years like clockwork. Many people might look at my financial situation as a mess, and by traditional measurements I suppose that it is. However, if you look at what I’m spending my money on I think you’ll see that there’s a method to the madness, and that method is quite ingenious.

You see, every payday I invest more money in my research efforts. New equipment, travel, books, plastic bags to store stuff in, etc. It all adds up. But I know that when I finally am able to produce a sasquatch or sasquatch body, investors will be lining up to finance my museum. At that point I’ll be able to leverage my personal finance by requiring any investor interested in my museum to also ensure my personal financial stability. At that point my dreams will be realized and my financial future, as well as my place in history, will be secured.

I’m obviously not saying that everyone is a bigfoot researcher, though many are. I’m simply stating that not everyone needs a bank account filled with jewish gold to show they’re financially wise. Some of us think bigger than today’s bottom-line.

Let’s face it, the media has changed. Blogs today have replaced newspapers and magazines. Being part of the fascinating world of blogging has many rewards. It’s not quite as glamorous as you might imagine, but it’s not entirely unglamorous either.

Aside from the fame and eventual fortune, there is also danger associated with being in the media. Earlier this year we saw that Russian reporter get killed, today we read about the editor of PC World magazine being shot in his home.

Sometimes I have to question if it’s all worth it, but in the end I know I’m doing important work here and the dangers associated with it are a small price that I must pay to do what I was put on Earth to do—blog.

I’m not much of a geek, but I thought this was an interesting story. At this point we’ve all heard about the $100 computer being produced for developing countries. The plan is to provide cheap computers to countries whose population is suffering from ailments like AIDs, starvation, and homosexuality, and give them the tools they need to get online and learn the truths about their condition and how they can begin working to feed themselves and hopefully cure their various diseases.

Clearly nobody thought this untapped market was viable to profit from…until now. Microsoft and Apple may not have seen green in the land of the brown, but one software company did. The operating system that will run the new machines is being produced by Novell, a pioneer in computer networking…but a newcomer to the OS world. If this project is as successful as I expect it to be, I wouldn’t doubt if Novell becomes the dominant OS provider in the world by the end of the century.

This is somewhat exciting for me as Novell is a company whose headquarters is not far from my home. It’s nice to see some locals participating in such a neat project. Kudos guys.

Former Russian spy, Alexander Litvinenko, was poisoned during a meeting with another agent who had information about a murder that was being investigated. Now, I’ve never been formally trained as a spy, but I feel I am keen to the practices of an undercover agent and even employ many of their tactics. For example, during especially sensitive business dealing, during dinner I always switch glasses with whomever I’m dining with. I don’t know if they have slipped anything in my drink or not. There’s probably only a slim chance they have, but it seems an unnecessary risk to take when I can distract them and quickly switch glasses.
Make sure you look for table-top obstacles when you try this technique. I once spilled a glass of Diet Coke all over someone’s plate when I inadvertently put my wrist over a lit candle. On a few occasions I’ve been caught in the act. When this happens I just say something like, “the waiter got our orders confused.” It has worked every time.

Some people feel this is overkill, but when it comes to my life I’m not taking any chances. I bet Alexander has had time to consider a few things he wishes he’d have done differently as well.