I was just reading over some of the recent court documents, for my county. This is what I found. All sentences were issued during the same week. MONDAY; Female age 19 . Theft. Class D Felony., One year in prison. All suspended but Four days. Credit given for two days already served. Why sentence to One year, if the actual sentence is merely four days. Just say a Four day sentence for a Class D felony? Male age 50. failure to register as a sex offender, Class D felony. One year, six month with credit for 180 days already served. So he gets a one year sentence. Assuming he gets good behavior credit for the 180 days served, (which is usually 1 day for each day served). Equals 270 days credit. Which in turn means he has credit for 270 days. Which leaves him 275 days in jail. Assuming good time credit for time he will spend in jail he will serve 137 days, or 4.5 months in jail of a 1 1/2 year sentence. TUESDAY Male age 32. Domestic battery Class D felony. Criminal confinement, Class D felony. Intimidation. Class D felony. Sentenced to 3 years in prison with credit for 163 days served. Female age 43. Theft, Class D felony. Sentenced to ONE (1) day, with credit for 1/2 day served as a Class A misdemeanor. WEDNESDAY Male age 28. Attempted dealing in methamphetamine. Class B felony. Neglect of a dependent. Class C felony. Two counts of aiding in theft. Class D felony. Ten years in prison with credit for 89 days earned. Thursday Female age 23. Possession of methamphetamine. Class D felony. Ssentenced to a year and a half in prison. ALL suspended. WHAT? Why bother to sentence her? Female age 26. Neglect of a dependent, Class D felony sentenced to ONE day in prison with a HALF day credit earned. Male age 56. Criminal recklessness with a deadly weapon. Class D felony as a Class A misdemeanor, Sentenced to 180 days in prison with all but TWO days suspended. Does any one see a trend here? Very small sentences, (in the end). For felonies. I remember reading about a man many years ago in Texas who received a life sentence for stealing a 5 cent candy bar. Do these small sentences curtail future crimes.? Probably not. That Is How I See It, merely Views: 417
Month: April 2011
It’s Motorcycle Season Part Four
Sorry to take so much time on this but I do love my motorcycles, and I have a point to make. Being a single parent I didn’t have a lot of time to ride. But I still felt the need to ride. As mentioned before many years ago I met my lifelong mechanic. One day he called to let me know he had a 1973 Honda 350 that he had for sale because the owner had not paid or picked up the bike in the specified 90 days. I paid him $250.oo for it. It was OK it got me to work and occasionally when my sons were visiting their mother, my girlfriend and I would take off for a day trip. It rode really well and we had all kinds of fun on it. Then after 10 years on the job I got laid off, and had to sell it, in order to pay the rent. I sold it for more than I paid for it. Here again I was bikeless. When I got back to work I purchased a 1978. The bike was only 1 year old and only had 1500 miles on it. The bike was a Yamaha 650 Special. The year I bought it was 1979. I paid it off in a year. But the bank never sent me the title. They claimed they did. The bank was sold several times. and in 1999 I received the title. I still had the bike and was riding it daily. At the time it came the closest to looking like a Harley of any bikes. I can’t tell you how many miles I put on it. I put it in the shop in 2000 and had the motor rebuilt as I had stored it a couple of years. and the motor had locked up. I had special pipes put on it that made it a little louder. My youngest son wanted it so I gave it to him. He immediately messed up the carbs by putting in old stale gas. Then my oldest son wanted it and said he would get it fixed.. I never saw him ride it so I asked him where it was. He said a friend had it doing the repair. That was 10 years ago. He doesn’t know where his friend or the bike is. I still have the title. Next I bought a 1978 Honda Gold wing 1000. This one I paid $500.oo for. It was a bare bones bike. running, but no extras. I put a fairing, radio, saddlebags, and Air Horns on it. My girlfriend would take short weekend trips and I rode it to work. worse part about the Gold Wing was its stability on wet pavement. I sat pretty high. While sitting in the break room, at work, one day. An older fellow sat down and we started talking. He was telling me in his younger days he had an Indian motorcycle, but hadn’t ridden in years. We talked a lot about the fun I was having riding. The next thing I know he is asking me about the written and skills tests. I had no information for him on the test as I had grandfathered the new requirements. But he took the tests and passed. He borrowed a moped for the skills test. Soon he and his wife and I and my girlfriend were riding out to eat and just sight seeing. (He had bought a Gold Wing 1200. A really nice bike.) Soon another guy we worked with decided he wanted to ride with us. He passed his tests, and bought a really sharp Gold Wing 1100. Sometime later a friend of the first man who had gone to school with him bought a Gold Wing 1200. I met an older fellow who was giving up riding, due to health problems. I sold my Gold Wing for $800.oo and purchased his 1983 Kawasaki Voyager, for $2500.oo. [Just for the record I paid $200.00 for the Honda, and sold it again for $500.oo.} The Voyager was the ULTIMATE motorcycle. It came from the factory with fairing, removable saddle bags, an adjustable trunk. It would slide forward or back to make more room for the passenger. Queen/King seat. Air adjustable shocks with built in air compressor. AM-FM- Cassette player, CB Radio, intercom system. Fog Lights, Air Horns, cigarette lighter, and a compass. Head light adjuster at the flick of a switch. Individually adjustable (two piece handlebars). Computer to give mpg, miles before needing to refuel, miles traveled between stops, and I can’t remember all the things it would give you. And held the road much better than the Honda. It had a fuel injected in line six cylinder. No end to power. I know on one trip we were hitting 110 mph with a trailer on. (Don’t recommend this.) We talked about one day riding all the southern states during the winter and the northern states during the summer. We sometimes took weekend trips to other states just to say we had ridden in that state. We never got to take the southern and northern state trips. He retired and died one year later. One of the guys. knees went out on him and he couldn’t hold the bike up at stop lights. The other retired and moved to Florida. With no one to ride with I found myself riding less, and the 900 pound bike was getting a little harder to hold up at stop lights. My girlfriend wanted a truck so I traded it for a really nice truck. She drove it 2 times in 2 years. I was wanting to get another bike. But my place of employment had shut down. No work for me. No money. Then in October of last year the fellow we rode with that had moved to Florida located me. He had sold his farm up here, and wanted to know if I would look after his… Continue reading It’s Motorcycle Season Part Four
It’s Motorcycle Part Three
My second bike was Kawasaki 350 R. The R stood for Racer. How I came about getting this bike was a fluke. A friend was moving out of state. He had a Chevette that was pretty rough, and the Kawasaki that he wanted to sell. He was asking $300.oo for the Chevette, and $350.oo for the Kawasaki. The Motorcycle was in great shape, but the Chevette was pretty rough and planned to sell it for parts. As it turned out a mechanic friend of mine was looking for a parts chevette parts car to repair customers car. The parts he needed were in good shape. He offered me $550.OO for the Chevette. I told my friend about the offer and he told me to give him $50.oo and I could keep the Kaw. Great luck there for me. The Kaw was a 350 R. Supposedly the R stood for Race. All I know is the bike would be real slow until you got the RPM’s up Then if you weren’t careful you would pop a wheelie. I rode this bike for a couple of years. Itook my boys for a ride on it. A short ride. But my youngest who was about 2 years old enjoyed most. Years later while attending college he was asked his earliest memory. His answer was riding the bike with me. I had a picture of him on it with me, I dug it out and gave it to him. I only wish I had a copy. Somewhere during his many moves to colleges and jobs he lost it. Siomeone gave me a Honda Scrambler, and I traded the Kaw for a dune buggy. I could get both boys in it. Later a guy who rented one of my bays in my garage to open a bodyshop. Butwas rusty after 20+ years being out of the business. I helped him catch up on techniques and the new paints. About a year later he moved to a bigger shop. But one day he called and had a 1955 Ford Crown Victoria he said he had $500.oo cash (not counting his time) in it and to thank me for the help I could have it for $500.oo. I sold the dune buggy for $500.oo. When I got home the next day and was going to get the car, I found a new refrigerator in the kitchen. My wife had taken the money to buy a bigger refrigerator. Bye, Bye Car. The Honda scrambler was ok for a while I only had about a mile to ride to ride to work. But I had to tune it every day before I could ride it. One night, (by this time I had divorced) I came home to find my Honda missing. All the cops did was say ask the neighbors if they saw anything. About a year later the boys came home from visiting their mother and told me they saw my Honda in pieces in her basement. Apparently her boyfriend wanted it but knew nothing about bikes. Any way I bought my next bike. A 3 cylinder 750 Yamaha. Fun bike to ride. I took it to a Yamaha dealer for a tune up and overall check. Worked fine for about a month. Then had trouble starting it. If I put old plugs in it started fine, just didn’t run so good. I traded it for a ford window van. Had some fun with it. But it wasn’t a motorcycle. More to come later. Remember it isn’t what you ride. It’s that you ride. That Is How I See It, Views: 136
Motorcycle Season Part Two
I have never owned an Indian, Triumph, BSA, or Harley. These would be my favorites in order. My early riding years included riding these brands, but they belonged to friends, My one friend, whom I rode with most of the time, had a Triumph and his father had a Triumph. So by age 14 we rode together quite a bit. I would ride his bike and he would ride his fathers. So that is where I found a fondness for Triumphs. My parents would not allow me to own a motorcycle, and I had to keep them from knowing about my riding adventures. Most of which was on the country roads. After graduating from high school. (You didn’t think I got that far did you.) I was earning $66.oo a week pre-tax. Another friend of mine’s Dad bought him a basket case Harley. He had been working on it for 2 years and was still not riding. I was impatient and wanted to ride NOW. It was a 15 mile drive to work everyday. I did have a 1960 Chevy Convertible but I wanted to ride a bike. At the local truck stop, the owner began selling a new brand of motorcycle. I test drove one and really enjoyed it. This bike had a revolutionary new concept. It was a 175 cc, 2 stroke two cylinder, with oil injection. This meant you did not have to mix the oil to the gas and gave you a better mixture. A rotary valve engine, with a rotary transmission. This meant you could go through the gears in two ways. 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th. Then return from 4th, 3rd, 2nd, and back to 1at. OR, you could go 1st, 2nd 3rd, 4th, 1st. Without having to work your way down. There was also a lever on the left side of the transmission, you could reach down and shift it, now you had a 5 speed transmission, but the rotary was locked out. Oh yes it had a kick start. Which meant sometimes several minutes of wearing down your right leg trying to start it. (I sometimes cheated and pushed it as fast as I could, popped the clutch and away I went. The price for this motorcycle was $695.oo. This meant I had to borrow the money to buy it. Not having any credit history I had to have my brother, (remember he is 10 1/2 years older than me) co-sign the loan. If you remember I never liked buying anything I could not pay cash for. But I could not wait that long. I remember my payments were a whopping $50.oo a month. (About a weeks pay.) This bike was very versatile. Friends with their Hondas would get together for a small hill climb event. (Pretty small hill). I could beat them up the hill and had my girlfriend on the back. On the interstate, we could travel 105 mph with the two of us on it. And it would run all day like that. The first night I had it I made surprising discovery. The night I picked up my bike my friend, with the Triumph, and I went for a ride. We were doing about 60 on a country road, when we found ourselves approaching a busy State Highway. I released the throttle, but the bike did not slow down. It maintained it’s rpm’s and speed. Finally I panicked and clamped down the front brake. I went tumbling over the handlebars. Not really it just seemed like it, The bike nosedived and I went down. Not injured. I was about ready to take the bike back, and demand my money back. That is when I found out the little knurled knob I was playing with was a sort of cruise control. How it worked was by turning it you locked the throttle. It did take me a while to gain confidence in using the front brake again. I had this bike for about 4 to 5 years.before I sold it. I had gotten my money’s worth out of it. It was time to move up to a larger bike. Before I go I have to tell you this story. Being a youngster with this bike. At this particular time there was an outlaw motorcycle gang, I only use this term for your reference. They preferred to be called a club. Anyway some of the members were riding their Harley’s and I passed them like they were standing still. Suddenly one of the biggest bikers I had seen caught up to me, and pulled me over. He asked, “What you got there?” “You passed me so fast I thought my bike had stopped and started to get off” I told him it is a Bridgestone 175 twin. He kind of laughed. We talked a while. The last thing he told me was this. “Pay no attention to others who may try to put you down because you aren’t riding a Harley, the main thing is you are riding.” I saw these guys in town for a couple of weeks, while the trial was going on. They remembered me and would stop to talk. After that I never saw them again. Oh yes, they did get a kick out of one friend I occasionally road with. This friend was about 6 foot 3 in. tall, and weighed over 300 pounds. He road a Honda 165 dream. (not the same one mentioned earlier). But it was a comical sight. They never gave him a hard time either. He was riding. This is also the time I met my lifetime mechanic. He had taken over the Bridgestone dealership. He has owned 13 Harley’s but even though he hasn’t sold new motorcycles since the Bridgestone days. He does not recommend Harley-Davidson to anyone. He even refuses to work on them. WHY. I don’t know. Bridgestone 175 Twin (almost a BSA, It had the BS only missed the A) Bridgestone went out… Continue reading Motorcycle Season Part Two
It’s Motorcycle Season
Finally it is MOTORCYCLE SEASON!! Living in the northern part of the country we look forward to the time we can get our motorcycles out and ride, ride, ride. Yes we do ride during the winter. I usually get mine out and ride if the temperature reaches 30-35 degrees and the weather is agreeable. No Snow, Ice, Sleet, etc. It may be a short ride of only 3-5 miles, but at least it is a ride. Some people ride anytime. One of the guys I used to ride with many years ago, rode in snow, rain sleet, it didn’t matter. The reason was this. He worked part time for his father, (my boss). When he had his 16th birthday, his Dad wanted to take him out to buy him a car or truck. He knew how much I enjoyed my motorcycle, and opted for a motorcycle. I tried to talk him out of this choice, knowing how cold and snowy it gets around here. He wouldn’t listen. His Dad bought him a brand new Honda 165 Dream. He rode it in snow 4 inches deep. Just to get to school. It was about a 3 mile walk to his school. They didn’t send a bus around then. I guess you could say I started riding fairly young. Being a late baby. Most of my cousins were 10-15 years older than me. In fact I have 2nd cousins my age. My first experience I remember was behind cousin on his Harley-Davidson 74. I was about 5. I was never sure if my brother, who is 10 1/2 years older, actually had a motorcycle or if he just rode friends bikes. I know it had to be a secret when he took me for rides on an Indian Motorcycle. Perhaps that is why I have a soft spot for Indians. I almost bought one once. It was a heck of a deal. I had been out of work for about 6 months. I just started a construction job. Not really knowing anything about construction, I was only making $1.65 an hour. I had a wife and two boys. Next door to the construction site was an old Indian Cycle shop. The old guy who owned the shop I remembered from trips there with my brother. He vaguely remembered my brother and he and I would talk sometimes after work. One day he took me to back his shop. He still sold parts and occasionally repaired an Indian. Any way in the back of the shop he still had a couple of Indians in crates. I don’t remember the model that caught my eye, I only remember it was GREEN. He told me I could have it for $300.oo. But he was closing shop and moving to Florida, so I had only 2 weeks to come up with the money. I never was one to buy anything I couldn’t pay cash for. Now looking back I wish I had asked my brother to loan me the money. But I didn’t. One of my second cousins father drove a Borden’s milk truck. One Sunday they were having motorcycle races at a local track. He was a Harley rider and some of the stories he and his wife (my 1st cousin) could tell about riding in the 1940’s and 50’s. I only heard some of them a few years ago). Like the time he got to the next town before he realized she hadn’t gotten on, and had to go back to get her. Any how he would sneak us in while making deliveries, then pick us up when he came back to pick up the empties. It was a real treat, to watch the men race around the kidney shaped dirt track. I have owned only 4 brands of Motorcycles in my life. But I am running longer than I planned so I will stop here and pick up with Motorcycle Season next post. Remember April is “Get out and Ride” month. It isn’t what you ride. It is that you ride’ That Is How I See It. Views: 132
Mac Vs PC
Have you ever noticed in movies, and TV shows you usually see the actors using Apple Computers? I know there are two factions here PC Users, and Mac Users. I have never had a Mac, and never saw a need for one. My PC does everything I need to do, and at a lower cost. So, I have no experience with Macs. What I do have is the fact I don’t even know anyone who owns a Mac. I haven’t even seen any in our area for sale. Not even in the big box stores. Maybe it is just a regional thing. Perhaps there are pockets where this trend is reversed. So, why does it seem in the make believe world of TV and Movies, everyone owns a Mac? Product Placement. Companies pay to have their products displayed in this make believe world. I have no numbers of units sold or used, for either product. (Sold does not always equal Used). Thus X units sold is a moot point. Nothing against you Mac users. Computer choice is a Personal Choice. That Is How I See It, Views: 119
Property Tax Capped? Raise Rates
Our state implemented a 1.1% cap on property taxes about 3 years ago. The 1.1% is of appraised value. (You have to watch what the governments appraised value is. The last time they appraised my property at 2 times the market value. I had to pay for a private appraisal, and file for a hearing to get the proper appraised value). Anyhow, the people were happy with the cap. After all the government had previously did away with business inventory tax, not to mention the tax abatement that big business received. Finally, We The People, were receiving some relief from the higher taxes we were paying to offset the breaks business was getting. WRONG!! it was just announced in our local paper the County Government has decided, (now get this). Due to the many foreclosed homes, and the decreased value of property, it is deemed necessary to raise the tax rate. That means the assessed value tax stays at 1.1% we just pay a higher rate on that 1.1%. We were paying “$ X” per $1000,oo appraised value. Now we will pay #$ 2X” per $1000.oo appraised value. “Gotcha again” says the Government. That Is How I See It. Views: 130
Tribute To Mr. Feist
This is a tribute to best buddy, Mr. Feist In 1994 a friend brought me the ugliest kitten you could ever imagine. I was told it was a girl. When I took her to the vet, I was told she was a he. He got his name because he liked to play and aggravate me. We didn’t have much of a relationship until he was nearing his first birthday. He had been outside and when I got home from work, he came up to the back door, limping. I picked him up and noticed his leg was injured. I took him to the vet. He had a broken leg, so badly crushed the vet suspected he had been hit by a car. The vet kept him for a couple of days. When I picked him up he had a splint that went from his paw to just above his back. He was practically helpless. Mr. Feist was determined. he managed to take care of himself while I was at work. But, I noticed him wanting to be closer to me. Yes I gave in he sat on my lap, or desk while I tried to get my part time job handled. It wasn’t long until we formed a bond. He started to sleep at the foot of my bed. Wherever I went he was there. I rarely was able to get out of his sight when at home. This continued after he healed. I remember one day we had a surprise snow storm while I was at work. He had slipped out as I was leaving for work. I knew he could get into the garage, and would have shelter. It was after dark when I got home. I searched and called for him. Finally my neighbor who disliked cats, called to me. He ask me to come in, he had let Mr. Feist in and gave him some warm milk, I was surprised when he led me to his bedroom to find Mr. Feist curled up in the middle of his bed, asleep. He told me anytime I needed to go somewhere Mr. Feist was welcome to stay there. They even bought him a little dish and let him sleep in their guest room. The strange thing is Mr. Feist loved to watch TV. Mostly he watched sports with me. occasionally he would watch a movie. I recall a time I was watching a Basketball game, along with him. For some reason I switched channels. Mr. Feist turned around and gave me a look of daggers, as if to say, “What are you doing?” “I was watching that game?” One thing he did not like was Blue Jays. I heard him making a ruckus and looked out and he was being attacked by one. After that he was very cautious when he went outside. I moved one day. Mr. Feist and I had been there about one week, when he disappeared. I hunted and called for him. Couldn’t find him. All sort of things crossed my mind. We now had a small stream running through our backyard. Did he fall in? Did he get hit while exploring his new surroundings? Had he tried to go to the old house. I couldn’t find him anywhere. I continued the search when I woke up, and when I got home from work. My dart league was that night. When I got home about 11 pm. I heard a very weak meow. I started calling and looking. Finally I found him in a cistern. I climbed in to rescue,. We spent many hours together playing, watching TV, and doing my part time job. Mr. Feist always wore a bell. He lost it one day. He was so depressed for about a month, until I replaced it. Mr. Feist and I had been together about 14 years, when he developed a cancerous tumor. I nursed him for about 6 months. Then the Vet said he would need to be put to sleep. It was a hard decision. He was racing me up the stairs that day, and seemed to feel OK. But the Doc thought he would not make it through the week, as his medicine wasn’t working any longer. He said Mr. Feist was having himself a final good day. So after 14 years of close companionship we parted Exactly one year to the date, of his death. I was awakened by the tinkle of his bell. That is my BFF Mr. Feist Mr. Feist July 1994-Sept 2008 Views: 149
Family Costs of Prisoners
Many of you probably buy into the Government and Media portray life in prisons. Free food, free lodging, free gym, televisions, computers, and a number of other things. Think again. I recently talked to a family with a member in prison. This is what I learned. Travel time for the children to visit their father, (all agree he is a very good father). They understand why he is there. But travel time is approximately 2.75 hours each way. Although there are facilities within 1 hour or less. At the current price of gas $3 plus, and at 26 mpg. the cost for gas alone is about $30 x 2 times a month equal $60 a month just for gas. But that is probably the smallest cost to the family. They can not call him. He has to call them. (when the prison officials decide it is okay. Very sporadic. When he calls it has to go through a company contracted by the prison. These calls usually cost approximately $5 to connect and 80+ cents a minute. An average call can cost about $21 one call twice a a month equals $42. Add the phone calls to the trips and you have $102 a month. (The prison also makes money on this deal). Then you have the television thing. In order to have a TV, it must be BOUGHT from the prison. They saved money to buy him a TV. A little over $300 for as described you can buy at Best Buy for $89. What does this teach the inmate. Take advantage of people whenever possible Food. The food served is low grade and barely meets the Required Daily Allowance. Usually served very bland as they have to watch diets for all prisoners. If you are like me there are certain foods I will not eat. I’m sure the prisoners are the same way. So you do without. They do have a commissary where prisoners can buy hot plates and food to fix in their cells. All this at HIGHLY inflated cost. An example would be a can of HORMEL chili. You have seen them the individual serving type like you open and microwave for lunch. Only there they cost about $5 each. A candy bar may cost you between 60 cents and $1, there they pay may pay anywhere from $1.25 to $2.00. All this, mind you, the prison is making money on. So you would not want your family member to do without these little things, so you deposit money in their account, to purchase these things. Want them to write you? You guessed it you have to send money for paper, envelopes, pens, or pencils, and postage. At an inflated rate. Then they usually don’t put enough postage on the letter and you have to run to the post office to pay extra. Now here is the real kicker. Although you pay for the TV and other things. The prison officials have the right to confiscate any and all thing in a cell at their discretion. One family has bought at least 3 TVs, They don’t get them back. Where did they go? To wrap up. You can see it is the family who pays for all these things, not the CITY, COUNTY, STATE, or Federal government. The family is being ripped off, just to provide a few comforts. And don’t think you wouldn’t do it. If you were in their place you would too. It is only human nature to care for family. Unless your family is disfunctional . What does this teach the inmate. Cheating people is OKAY if you have authority. That Is How I See It. Views: 271
Multi Level Marketing
Multi Level Marketing, pyramid scheme, whatever you want to call it. Only the people at the top make any money. These schemes vary in structure, but only slightly. I am not saying that you cannot reach the upper levels. It generally depends on how good you are at USING other people to your own ends. One scheme I refused to get into was “AMY” (not their real name). One reason was the fact that I needed a job. Being a single parent. I asked if this was “AMY”. No was their reply. I went for their interview/presentation. Guess what it was “AMY” . I knew of “AMY” through relatives who had fell into their hype. They told me the company was so saturated with agents, the only sales they could make was to themselves. Another company. I did get involved with actually had and still does have a great product. A product I still believe in, and use. The trouble with this company was that they were so behind in technology, and sales methods, it made it almost impossible to sell the product. The rules they had were archaic. They even wanted to reprimand me for an article that appeared in our local newspaper, and on the papers website. (I had no contact with the paper. My name was listed as an agent). We had a plan for businesses to offer as a benefit to their employees. A member of our local group talked to a representative of the paper (indirectly) about this plan. The paper was so impressed (although they were turned down by upper management, from accepting our offer), one of the reporters wrote a story about our product. Good way to get out the word in an area that had not heard of it. Right? Not according to the corporate offices. I was told to take down the posting. Which I could not, as it was not my website. In a word I was told that I could not talk to anyone about the product. Just sell it. Doesn’t make much sense does it. Our team had sold more of the product than anyone in our area. How you make it to the top. Not by selling the product. By getting more people selling it. If you had about 1000 people selling under you, it would be possible to make money. The company made their money, by requiring you to Pay for a website they owned. (I could build my own website, and cost a lot less). They had a customer service group which you had to pay for, that would help you retain your customers, But to my knowledge did nothing to help. Old customers that I had lost told me they were never contacted. They were to handle all questions, and assist clients in the use of the product. You had to BUY all sales brochures, contracts, etc from them. You could only use Business cards they made, at an inflated price. You were also responsible to buy any promotional items from them. You were expected to attend their monthly and semi-annual pep talks. Which you also had to pay to attend. Like I said this last one was and is a great product I would recommend it to all of you. But since I cannot talk about it. I guess I can’t tell you what it is. Multi Marketing, Pyramid schemes. I only know of one person who made any money. He did it by accident. He was in his Senior year at college and signed on to work with this company. (NOT the one I was just talking about) to get his parents off his back, not helping himself earn spending money. It had something to do with retirement plans. He was sitting in a bar. A fellow sat down beside him and they began to talk. He told him what he was doing and the company. (They also had a great product, but it was also a pyramid scheme. The fellow happened to be an executive with a large corporation that was looking at building a new factory in the area. A couple of days later the fellow contacted him and wanted a presentation to be made in front of the Company Board. Not knowing much about his new job he contacted his upper line. A High up in the pyramid went with him and gave the presentation. He landed the account. He Got about $1 million dollars for landing the account, and as far as I know he is still getting around $250,000.00 a year in residual income. He went on to be a teacher like his parents. Beware Pyramid/Multi Marketing schemes. That Is How I See It. involved Views: 224
