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I’ve
achieved that goal.

At
least I’ve achieved it in my own mind (the only place it really counts)
and, to my own satisfaction. Now, I want something different.

I
Want To Be The Best

Copywriting
Teacher
In
The World!

And,
by God, I think maybe I am.

Listen
up: I have a friend who is, arguably, the deadliest man on earth when
it comes to hand-to-hand fighting. What he likes, after he trains
someone is, to have that person go hang out in biker bars.

He
doesn’t tell them to pick fights... because... he knows the bikers
will
take care of that
part.

Anyway,
just to stay “tuned-up” my friend goes out to a biker bar every once in
a while, all by himself. He just sits there until one or more bikers
(the more the merrier) starts a fight with him... and…

He
Beats The Living

Shit
Out Of Everybody

In
The Bar!

He’s
been doing this for years.

Now,
let me ask you something: If you had
to
learn how to fight (like maybe you knew
you
were going to have to defend your wife or one of your friends) who
would you want to teach you how to fight…

I
don’t think so.

I
think you’d rather be trained by someone like my friend who has... in
real life... been
putting his ass on the line for years... and... who is always
ready
to do it again.

Anytime.
Anywhere. Anyplace.

The
choice is obvious. Unless you are a complete moron, you always· bet on
a guy who “walks-the-walk”

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instead
of some lame dipshit who just.. “talks-the-talk”... And, when it
comes to copywriting, that’s me!

I’m
the only teacher
in the world who has been hanging out in the “Biker Bars of Marketing”
for more than 30 years... and... who is always ready and willing to
prove he is the best copywriter who ever lived.

Anytime.
Anywhere. Anyplace.

Do
you have the guts to go into the baddest
“Biker Bars of Marketing” with me?

I’m
not going to lie to you and tell you it’s not going to be hard. I’m not
going to lie and tell you it’s not going to be scary.

It
is
hard. It is scary.
It’ll jolt the hell out of you. But, if you have the “heart” for it...

You
Can Achieve Total

Financial
Freedom For The Entire Rest Of Your Life!

You
can get everything you need in the way of “equipment” from your local
drug store for $1.39. (I actually went out and priced…

You
can, if you choose to work at home from your kitchen table. You can
live
anywhere you want.

You
can make huge amounts of money in a remote “Unabomber-type” cabin, a
motor home, a boat... or... a mansion... or... a more conventional
type “normal”... office. It just doesn’t matter.

Best
of all, you will never
have
to kiss anybody’s ass for money... ever
again!

Let’s
get down to it: If you listened to the audio tape and, you were fully
alert, you were an “audio witness” to something very strange.

You
heard me direct a room full of people to write two letters to their
very own mothers... and... one of those letters described “mom” as
“nothing but a wrinkled up old bitch”... and... “the biggest waste of
skin God ever created.”

Then,
2-1/2 days later (as you heard on the tape) you heard those people
describing the “learning experience” I gave them as life-saving and
almost... spiritual.

What
happened between the time I had all those people writing that awful
letter to their mothers... and... 2-1/2 days later when I had them all raving
about what…

How
To Survive, Prosper

And
Kick Ass In The Biker

Bars
Of Business And Marketing!

You’d
better
learn too. You see, in today’s dog-eat-dog business environment, there
ain’t nothing but “biker bars... out there.

These
days, there’s so much competition in every area of business... and...
especially
in
marketing... that... you’ve got to be a stone, flat-out “Marketing
Ninja” if you are serious about making serious money. If you truly want
to succeed, the training you need... the training you must
undergo... is BRUTAL!

It’s
like old age: It’s not
for sissies.

A
long time ago, I met a man I thought I despised. I was in the Army in
Fort Knox, Kentucky in basic training.

He
was a little Puerto Rican guy and he was my platoon sergeant. He was
very unfair to me. Once, we were going through tear gas…

During
the march back to camp, I felt so bad I fell down.

I
figured my sergeant would tell some of the other guys to hold me up and
help me make it back.

However,
he didn’t “exactly” do that. Instead, he yelled to the other guys...

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“Don’t
stop for him! Walk right over him! Kick him as you go by! KICK HIM!”

I
got up and made it all by myself.

He
hardly ever let me get any sleep either. Maybe an average of three
hours per night. He made me the “goat” of the platoon.

I
got all the shitty assignments. No matter how bad I felt, how little
sleep I got, he just kept pushing... pushing... pushing.

I
can still remember him yelling at me right after I’d field-stripped my
M1 rifle (that
dates me, doesn’t it?) and was having trouble putting it back together.

This
guy just didn’t care. Like I said, it didn’t matter if I was sick,
exhausted from lack of sleep, nauseous from tear gas or what. He just
kept pushing, yelling and forcing
me
to perform.

I
hated
him. I mean, I really
hated him.