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The BTW Sale

What’s a BTW Sale?

Well, it’s actually an excuse for my staff to be lazy, but I’ll get to that in a second.

I asked them to create the best Black Friday Sale ever. I told them I wanted to give everyone a huge discount on some of my courses and events for Black Friday.

Jennifer, my Chief Operating Officer, always watching our bottom line, suggested 10% off everything. I laughed! I hope I didn’t hurt her feelings. Oh well.

No, 10% is nowhere near enough. I want 50% off (yup, you read that right. FIFTY PERCENT OFF!) some select courses and events.

So I asked…no, I mandated, that for all day on Black Friday, from midnight to midnight, all of our courses online to be marked down 50%.

Now, this is where my lazy staff comes in. "But Ron, no one will be here at midnight on Thanksgiving to turn the sale on. No one will be here all weekend!"

"WHAT!?!" I yelled out, "Why isn’t the staff working on Black Friday?"

"Ron, we have Black Friday off every year."

Oh yeah, I always forget about that. Somehow I always lose that battle with the staff.

"Well," I asked, "what do you propose we do about it? I want this sale up for Black Friday."

Get this…they actually convinced me to let them put it up at the end of the day on Wednesday, 11/26 and take it down first thing in the morning on Monday, 12/01.

And, "The BTW Sale" was born. The "Black Thanksgiving Weekend" Sale.

There are some limitations to this, though. Since my lazy staff aren’t working while the sale is running. You can ONLY get these specials online.

You must order online. If you can’t figure it out like me, get a grandkid to help you figure it out.

These discounts will not be honored if you call into my office. NO EXCEPTIONS! Even if the website crashes like the ObamaCare website. No extensions.

The 50% off discount will apply to all of the couses and events on this page…nothing more, nothing less:
www.RonLeGrand.com/BTWSale

Happy Thanksgiving from me and my lazy staff,
Ron LeGrand

P.S. The BTW Sale runs from Wednesday, November 26 at 5 PM EST to Monday, December 1st at 9 AM EST, and you must place your order online to get the huge 50% discount!

Veterans Day Scholarship

Taking care of our veterans is as an American practice we’re proud to support. When military members agree to lay down their lives so that we can have a better life, we agree to support them both in combat and when they return home. That’s why today, Veterans Day, we’re offering full scholarships to Ron’s Quick Start Real Estate School so that we can help veterans achieve success on the home-front. 

To get started, head over to www.OurMilitaryHeroes.org and apply today.

My Heart on the Line
by Frank Schaeffer
The Washington Post

Before my son became a Marine, I never thought much about who was defending me.  Now when I read of the war on terrorism or the coming conflict in Iraq, it cuts to my heart. When I see a picture of a member of our military who has been killed, I read his or her name very carefully. Sometimes I cry.

In 1999, when the barrel-chested Marine recruiter showed up in dress blues and bedazzled my son John, I did not stand in the way. John was headstrong, and he seemed to understand these stern, clean men with straight backs and flawless uniforms. I did not. I live in the Volvo-driving, higher education-worshiping North Shore of Boston. I write novels for a living. I have never served in the military.

It had been hard enough sending my two older children off to Georgetown and New York University. John’s enlisting was unexpected, so deeply unsettling. I did not relish the prospect of answering the question, "So where is John going to college?" from the parents who were itching to tell me all about how their son or daughter was going to Harvard. At the private high school John attended, no other students were going into the military.

"But aren’t the Marines terribly Southern?" asked one perplexed mother while standing next to me at the brunch following graduation. "What a waste, he was such a good student," said another parent. One parent (a professor at a nearby and rather famous university) spoke up at a school meeting and suggested that the school should "carefully evaluate what went wrong."

When John graduated from three months of boot camp on Parris Island, 3,000 parents and friends were on the parade deck stands. We parents and our Marines not only were of many races but also were representative of many economic classes. Many were poor. Some arrived crammed in the backs of pickups, others by bus. John told me that a lot of parents could not afford the trip.

We in the audience were white and Native American. We were Hispanic, Arab, and African American and Asian. We were former Marines wearing the scars of battle, or at least baseball caps emblazoned with battles’ names. We were Southern whites from Nashville and skinheads from New Jersey, black kids from Cleveland wearing ghetto rags and white ex-cons with ham-hock forearms defaced by jailhouse tattoos. We would not have been mistaken for the educated and well-heeled parents gathered on the lawns of John’s private school a half-year before.

After graduation one new Marine told John, "Before I was a Marine, if I had ever seen you on my block I would’ve probably killed you just because you were standing there." This was a
serious statement from one of John’s good friends, a black ex-gang member from Detroit who, as John said, "would die for me now, just like I’d die for him."

My son has connected me to my country in a way that I was too selfish and insular to experience before. I feel closer to the waitress at our local diner than to some of my oldest friends. She has two sons in the Corps. They are facing the same dangers as my boy. When the guy who fixes my car asks me how John is doing, I know he means it. His younger brother is in the Navy.

Why were I and the other parents at my son’s private school so surprised by his choice? During World War II, the sons and daughters of the most powerful and educated families did their bit.

If the idea of the immorality of the Vietnam War was the only reason those lucky enough to go to college dodged the draft, why did we not encourage our children to volunteer for military 
service once that war was done?

Have we wealthy and educated Americans all become pacifists? Is the world a safe place? Or have we just gotten used to having somebody else defend us? What is the future of our democracy when the sons and daughters of the janitors at our elite universities are far more likely to be put in harm’s way than are any of the students whose dorms their parents clean?

I feel shame because it took my son’s joining the Marine Corps to make me take notice of who is defending me. I feel hope because perhaps my son is part of a future "greatest generation."

As the storm clouds of war gather, at least I know that I can look the men and women in uniform in the eye. My son is one of them. He is the best I have to offer. He is my heart.

Taking care of our veterans is as an American practice we’re proud to support. When military members agree to lay down their lives so that we can have a better life, we agree to support them both in combat and when they return home. That’s why today, Veterans Day, we’re offering full scholarships to Ron’s Quick Start Real Estate School so that we can help veterans achieve success on the home-front. 

To get started, head over to www.OurMilitaryHeroes.org and apply today.