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I’ve been working with Donny, the owner of a silicone wristband website, for about 4 years now. I’ve learned a lot and I’ve enjoyed working with him and it has allowed me to get better at not only getting traffic to a site but in converting that traffic as well.

The techniques that I’ve learned from marketing and designing his site have also allowed me to make changes on my own site in hopes of increasing the traffic and sales that we make with our web design business.

The reason for this post is that I wanted to see if an off topic post would rank for a keyword that is off topic to this blog. I know if the topic is non-competitive enough it will rank but what if the keyword is slightly competitive like buy a silicone wristband?

Of course if this thread does rank then I need to send the traffic to the correct website.

So you can head to my silicone wristband affiliate site and buy a silicone wristband.

A find it pretty funny and sad when the President of the United States of America (a black man) wants to stand up and cry about racism. He should try being a white man walking through Atlanta Georgia after midnight on a Saturday night.

Here’s the basics, a woman sees a man who looks like he is breaking into a house. She calls the cops. The cops arrive to investigate the report of a burglary. The homeowner is inside and insists it is a misunderstanding and that this is his house .. no one was trying to break in. The cop demands identification. The homeowner refuses and gets upset.

The homeowner is black. The cop is white.

So the homeowner accuses this cop of racism. The cop arrests him and he is charged with disorderly conduct. The charges have since been dropped.

I can almost promise you that if you decide to burglarize Mr. Gates’ home there isn’t a Cambridge police officer who would respond to the call. You’ll have pretty much a free shot at all of the professor’s stuff until he gets home. At that time you’ll have to endure a screaming tirade about “this is what happens to a black man in America” and that you are a “racist burglar.”

I thought this was pretty good because it is where we are all heading if everyone does not stand together and say enough is enough.

What’s wrong with people?

This was written by Dr. Anne Wortham is the author of “The Other Side of Racism: A Philosophical Study of Black Race Consciousness”. She is Associate Professor of Sociology at Illinois State University and continuing Visiting Scholar at Stanford University ’s Hoover Institution. She is a member of the American Sociological Association and the American Philosophical Association.

Fellow Americans,

Please know: I am black; I grew up in the segregated South. I did not vote for Barack Obama; I wrote in Ron Paul’s name as my choice for president. Most importantly, I am not race conscious. I do not require a black president to know that I am a person of worth, and that life is worth living. I do not require a black president to love the ideal of America.

I cannot join you in your celebration. I feel no elation. There is no smile on my face. I am not jumping with joy. There are no tears of triumph in my eyes. For such emotions and behavior to come from me, I would have to deny all that I know about the requirements of human flourishing and survival – all that I know about the history of the United States of America, all that I know about American race relations, and all that I know about Barack Obama as a politician. I would have to deny the nature of the “change” that Obama asserts has come to America. Most importantly, I would have to abnegate my certain understanding that you have chosen to sprint down the road to serfdom that we have been on for over a century. I would have to pretend that individual liberty has no value for the success of a human life. I would have to evade your rejection of the slender reed of capitalism on which your success and mine depend. I would have to think it somehow rational that 94 percent of the 12 million blacks in this country voted for a man because he looks like them (that blacks are permitted to play the race card), and that they were joined by self-declared “progressive” whites who voted for him because he doesn’t look like them. I would have to be wipe my mind clean of all that I know about the kind of people who have advised and taught Barack Obama and will fill posts in his administration – political intellectuals like my former colleagues at the Harvard University’s Kennedy School of Government.

I would have to believe that “fairness” is equivalent of justice. I would have to believe that man who asks me to “go forward in a new spirit of service, in a new service of sacrifice” is speaking in my interest. I would have to accept the premise of a man that economic prosperity comes from the “bottom up,” and who arrogantly believes that he can will it into existence by the use of government force. I would have to admire a man who thinks the standard of living of the masses can be improved by destroying the most productive and the generators of wealth.

Finally, Americans, I would have to erase from my consciousness the scene of 125,000 screaming, crying, cheering people in Grant Park, Chicago irrationally chanting “Yes We Can!” Finally, I would have to wipe all memory of all the times I have heard politicians, pundits, journalists, editorialists, bloggers and intellectuals declare that capitalism is dead – and no one, including especially Alan Greenspan, objected to their assumption that the particular version of the anti-capitalistic mentality that they want to replace with their own version of anti-capitalism is anything remotely equivalent to capitalism.

So you have made history, Americans. You and your children have elected a black man to the office of the president of the United States, the wounded giant of the world. The battle between John Wayne and Jane Fonda is over – and that Fonda won. Eugene McCarthy and George McGovern must be very happy men. Jimmie Carter, too. And the Kennedys have at last gotten their Kennedy look-a-like. The self-righteous welfare statists in the suburbs can feel warm moments of satisfaction for having elected a black person. So, toast yourselves: 60s countercultural radicals, 80s yuppies and 90s bourgeois bohemians. Toast yourselves, Black America. Shout your glee Harvard, Princeton, Yale, Duke, Stanford, and Berkeley. You have elected not an individual who is qualified to be president, but a black man who, like the pragmatist Franklin Roosevelt, promises to – Do Something! You now have someone who has picked up the baton of Lyndon Johnson’s Great Society. But you have also foolishly traded your freedom and mine – what little there is left – for the chance to feel good. There is nothing in me that can share your happy obliviousness.

November 6, 2008