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This Site's Web Master
Many might wonder what kind of person would spend the time and money to put together this web site. Stalker might come to mind to some who don't know me. However, those who do know me understand the real reason. I'm tired of Liberalism, Socialism, and Communism. None of it works, and all of it has ruined the countries that practiced it. Look at Russia and Europe right now. They're a mess -- but want so much for us to be like them. I'm a firm believer in Capitalism and the Christian Work Ethic, because I know it works. I feel I'm proof positive that it works.
In the interest of fair disclosure, and to try and convince people that I'm not Karl Rove with a Republican plot -- the below is my little story, so you can understand the kind of person that would want a black woman as their President. My background and hers are as diametrically opposed as they can be. While my little story might be boring, at the end you might see where the dots connect.
My name is Dave Schultz, I have been married to the same (and only) woman since the 70s, a father of four (and in the process of adopting a 6-year-old little girl), and we live in Southeast Texas.
Childhood:
I was born in Detroit, Michigan during the Eisenhower years, the eldest of seven children born into a Lower Middle-class family. At a very early age my family packed up the 55 Dodge with all of our belongings in a 4'X6' U-Haul trailer and moved to San Marcos, Texas. The Middle part of the "Middle-Lower class" quickly disappeared. We lived in a one bedroom apartment where the kids slept (wherever they could find a space) in the bedroom, my parents slept in the living room, we poured thin lumpy powdered milk on our no-name cereal in the mornings, and bought loafs of Day-Old bread for a dime -- but we were happy.
In 1964, my family jumped out of the pan and into the fire and moved to the People's Republic of New Jersey. Happiness was totally replaced with shear poverty. I was a depressed child who hated school and was in trouble with the law. I hated my situation and swore that someday I'd live like the people on the other side of the Pennsylvania Railroad tracks. However, I did have a good work ethic having a morning paper route before school, an afternoon paper route after school, and washed dishes at a Jewish Deli at nights. To this day I still work long hours seven days a week.
Teenager:
At 15, my family moved to Western New York, and for a moment things looked up -- but my family was becoming dysfunctional as it was very obvious my parents were splitting up. I seldom went to school and dropped out shortly after my 16th birthday. My main interest was cars, and I worked at a gas station nights/weekends, and construction during the days. Look up LOSER in the dictionary and you'd see my photo in 1971. I felt I needed a change, so I enlisted in the Air Force as a heavy truck driver shortly after turning 17.
It was during the Viet Nam war and around the time John Kerry labeled the military as a bunch of baby-killers with his lies -- so I felt pretty ostracized by the young people my age who were not in the military. It was the very early 70s and drugs were pretty common place in the military for the young troops -- and I was not immune to their calling. I'd be liar if I told you I remembered much of the five years I was in the military, as I was pretty stoned -- and unlike Kerry, I won't make myself into the hero I was not.
Young Adult:
On December 19, 1974, I was in a horrible high speed car accident causing me to exit the car through the windshield while it was rolling. That saw me hospitalized for quite some time with head injuries (I took 177 stitches in my face alone and still have a chunk of windshield in my head) and pretty broken up. My disability kept from being able to drive large trucks any longer -- so the Air Force allowed me to trade my last year of active duty for two years of Active Reserves, teaching GIs to drive tractor trailer.
I was depressed from the ugly scars on my face, hands, and arms; and because of lack of work available. The country was in the middle of a recession in early 1975, and most GIs were either going to be a Soldier of Fortune in Rhodesia or work on the Alaskan pipeline. I wanted to do neither. There was Civil Service hiring freeze of white men, but my Service Connected Disability allowed me to go around the freeze. I took a job at the Veterans Administration, but left soon after because of the injustice I felt of the Affirmative Action promotions, which would forever exclude me from advancement on merit.
I took a job as a Store Manage at Electrolux, which meant I was a vacuum cleaner repairman and debt collector. I did fairly well at both. In March 1977, I and my girlfriend (and her daughter) moved to Houston -- and I took a job as a debt collector. I loaned money to two brothers to start their agency -- and worked there for a little extra income. I tried to go to a community college on my GI Bill -- mainly for the income -- but I was functionally illiterate (reading at a 6th grade level) and couldn't hang with the classes, so I quit.
My girlfriend and I split up and I began high rolling beyond my income, acquiring a lot of debt. I met my wife (Deb) in 1978, when she was visiting Texas for my little sister's wedding. When she went back to Western New York, I followed her. Her mother died the day I hit town. I asked Deb to come back to Texas with me, and she agreed if I would wait for a couple of months so she could get her father and siblings (she is the eldest) to learn to fend for themselves. We moved back to Texas in November 1978, and were married April 1979.
Putting a Career Together:
I was going to school to learn to be a draftsman and working stupid jobs like bill collecting, carpet cleaning, driving a 7UP truck, etc. Nothing was happening for either of us -- so we decided to move back to Western New York to be closer to Deb's family in November 1979.
I took a job as a mailing machine salesman, with earnings solely on straight commission. I later asked to be a repairman, so I could have a steady income. Computers were becoming more popular (although no Microcomputers yet) and one of the salesmen took a job at a company that sold computer terminals and printers. They needed a service manager and he suggested me. I took the job and started again to go to Community College nights. Our first daughter was born about this time, and my wife was also going to nursing school.
There was a major shakeup at the company I worked for -- and I couldn't stand working there any longer -- so I quit. After a lot of begging, I finally talked a little microcomputer store (sixty miles from my house) selling Apple II & Apple IIIs to hire me on straight commission. They had three other salesmen. One had been there for some time and was doing well. The other two were Air Traffic Controllers who Reagan had fired months earlier -- and they were just surviving from their laziness.
It was was about this time that a Dr. Canale at the college had tucked me under his wing and was pumping me up to succeed as a businessman. He had been a self made millionaire in business -- and retired at 60 to teach business. He claimed to have seen promise in me, and would have me read books like Think and Grow Rich, Dress for Success, Secrets of Success, Up the Organization, The One Minute Manager, and others to motivate me and set high goals for myself. At the time I was earning $14,000 a year, and so I set the goal of earning $100,000 a year within five years. I made the mistake of telling my best friend -- and remember him laughing at me.
I was busting my ass to learn everything I could about the products I sold and their competition. I was doing well, earning $60,000 in my first year. My boss wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, and couldn't understand that if I'm making that kind of money on straight commission (no salary) -- he had to be making a Hell of a lot more. He called me in to say that I was "too young to make so much money" and that he was going to pay me a $36,000 a year salary. In his mind, he was doing me a favor as that was a lot of money for a salary in 1981, especially for a kid in his mid 20s.
It was about that time that my brothers with the agency back in Houston had a parting of the ways -- and I was offered 38% ownership by the surviving partner to run the business. I told the computer company "See Ya" and we moved back to Texas.
I used my computer experience to automate the agency and we saw tremendous and rapid growth. In addition to working days, I was going to college full-time at nights -- taking classes to help overcome my biggest liabilities. My brother and I made better brothers than we did partners, so I left the agency in 1986 to sell the collection agency computer system I helped to develop. A year later, a customer made me an offer I couldn't refuse to run his 11-year-old agency. I did so with success, and became known in the industry as somewhat of a whiz kid. The owner had a heart attack and didn't come to work for a couple of years. When I started, he had 12 collectors generating $25,000 in monthly fee, and was losing his shorts. Two years later we had over 100 collectors, generated over $500,000 in monthly fee -- and we were making a killing in profit. I received many offers from the competition to run their agencies, but I felt loyalty to the man who was paying me so well (I'd long exceeded that $100,000 a year goal and was working on a net worth of $1 million goal). However, in 1989, I was fired when I snapped at the owner's daughter, who was the office slut -- for her latest round of grief.
I immediately found myself blackballed in the industry. All of the people who wanted me the previous year were told I was a heroin addict and stole money. The agency owner was afraid I would steal his employees and clients if I stayed in the business, and did all he could to keep me out of the industry.
Flat broke and on unemployment in 1990, I started my own agency with money borrowed from a friend. A $75,000 loan at 12% interest also cost me 50% of the business -- but no one else would even touch me so it was worth it. I sold that agency eight years later for a $16,000,000 profit. Along the way I started a few other businesses, which are currently day-to-day managed by various managing partners.
What my life experiences taught me:
My experiences above have taught me that in America any Illiterate Loser can become a millionaire if they only will put together a plan, and work hard towards that goal.
I've also learned that the millions of dollars I've paid in recent years in taxes (and have received nothing in return), has been wasted by Democrats who stay in office by perpetuating the story that the rich people get all of the breaks at the expense of the working stiff. However, the truth is that 5% of the people pay 90% of the taxes, and 40% of the people pay absolutely nothing in income tax -- but receive much in public assistance. There are no breaks for the rich -- just high taxes. Another truth is that those 40% that pay nothing and receive the free lunch are the ones who bitch about the 5% who pay more than half of what they earn in taxes.
I have observed that Liberals have created a society that encourages people to freeload instead of encouraging them to aim high and achieve financial success. Labor Unions can only survive by ensuring that there is always dissention between labor and management. They do that by creating jealousy of success and hatred of those who work hard to achieve it. The reason they do that is they're controlled by the mob and it is a great income stream for organized crime. Black Militants like Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton survive by causing hate and fear between blacks and whites, and by their parachuting into any town where there is a little friction -- trying to cause a riot. These Black Militants do this so they can extort companies for money to pay off the girlfriends with their illegitimate children, and subsidize an opulent social lifestyle without having to work for it. Democrats/Liberals survive by ensuring that people hate those who have more than they do. They do this by promising people that they'll make someone else pay the taxes for the things the want and need. They get elected by those wanting the free lunch. Liberalism is for lazy people.
Labor Unions, Black Militant leaders, and Democrats knowingly hold back the people they claim to protect. They do this to feather their personal nests. They care nothing of the people they claim to protect. This is what my life's experiences have taught me -- and that's why I share my background with you.
Condoleezza Rice represents one of those in America who didn't fall into the trap of letting anyone hold them back -- and hopefully as President, others will learn to cut loose the Labor Unions, Militant Black Leaders, and Democrats who are their pimps.
Epilog:
Today I work out of the house overseeing a handful of businesses run by managing partners, work my little web design business, and try to spend as much time as I can traveling with my family. I, a son and a daughter Drag Race Nationally. I race in Nostalgia Super Stock, and my kids race in Nostalgia Muscle Car. My political leanings are hard-right -- as I know it to be the best way to better yourself.
By now you may (or may not) have forgotten the politically incorrect statement I made at the top of the page -- "...so you can understand the kind of person that would want a black woman as their President." Fact is that I said that to get a rise out of people, and maybe make them read this far. Fact also is that I'd most likely vote for Condoleezza Rice even if she wasn't black or a woman. I like her achievements, her honesty, and her sincerity. The fact that she is black and a woman is a bonus -- as maybe she can be the inspiration to have others think they can do better on their own -- than with the Unions, Liberals, and Black Militants. What has the last 50 years of Unions, Liberals, and Black Militants done for the people they claim to protect?
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