Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Like 12 year old Taylor Max and a wish.......


There she was in front of thousands of people singing the National Anthem at the Poinsettia Bowl in 2006, her life long dream. No it wasn't the Orange Bowl or even the Rose Bowl....no National Championship game either, but it was her dream and that is all the counted. She wasn't Whitney Houston or a Kate Smith, just Taylor Max living her dream.....and she did.

You see the Make-a-Wish Foundation made it happen, and that is why people do what they do for this charity, so kids can live their dreams. Which brings us today in the WoodiesCCIClub.com chat room, as the head master was begging people to buy the DVD set for $899.00, so he could send it on to MAW. Since 100% of the proceeds that WOODIE recevies go directly to help the kids......if he said it once he said it 50 times.........

So I guess the question that needs to be asked, if you have to pay $30.00 to send six DVD by snail mail......I checked it would be about $6.20 in the US and Cananda, and all the money goes to MAW after Woodie gets it. Then why over work Woodie in the first place......can't we just send the $899.00 directly to MAW and then send the email confirmation or receipt to the WoodieCCIClub.com and get the home study course and then pay the shipping cost......

That would make more sense then having Woodie keep track of everything, during the holidays and this way the kids would get their wishes ASAP.....some don't have a lot of time. So buy the DVD, send the money to MAW.com and then forward it on to Woodie...I am sure he would be fine with this......Just trying to help traders get theirs....

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

You crack me up Sport hehe. You run rings around that weasel.

Anonymous said...

No way! Come on already, that isnt the way it works at all! We have production costs and duplication fees and trips and costs like that. You'd be surprised how fast usd900 can be spent - have you seen the euro or the pound lately? If I had a nickel for every cd i sold, MAW would get it, beleive me.

Anonymous said...

Dennis, there's a silver lining in this story. Now Woodie's wife is happy he's finally pulling his own weight. This whole money-making scheme has really taken off since getting rid of all of those original 2003 Las Vegas CCI "candle-lighting troublemakers" who became too smart for their own good by asking far too many questions once the Koolaide didn't seem to taste so sweet anymore.

Can you imagine all of the times his wife had to slave off to work at her advanced age and the only thing he had to show for it at the time was a con to get some free flat-screen monitors and some measly free Sierra software subscription by referrals?

She probably took him out to the Spa-shed and gave him the skinny: "look Ken, I'm sick and tired of you sitting around all day pretending to trade while I still have to bust my hump to pay all of the bills. Either you find a way for your hobby to pay for itself...and then some...or you're going to be a 3-buck fifty an hour Walmart greeter right quick".

And with that ladies and gents, a breakeven 2003 Las Vegas CCI meeting for $150 a head (the original intentions of the whole thing, by the way) became a well-oiled money-making plan by hiding how monies were truly spent under the guise of incorporated entities.

First, he used up all of the goodwill from the "2003-ers" to collect at the door and take more of their money at "trade-a-longs" (Woodie didn't trade-a-long squat...he traded fairy tales about trading for the realities of getting the money out of their pockets to feed his do-nothing lifestyle).

Second, he figures he had best straighten things out with the wife and calm her down by whisking her off to Europe on an all-expense paid junkette where there's a whole 'nother crowd of suckers just begging to be filched. Hmm mmm good...FRESH European MEAT!

Third (and concurrently to the second), time to cover the tracks and get some legal stuff in place with incorporated entities so the operation can continue unencumbered for the foreseeable future. The W had to be beside himself with glee at the thought of doing anything he darn-well pleased and have no concerns from a legal standpoint. Proceeds AFTER costs go to charity even if that means there's only 10-20% left-over after he and Tony the red-nosed reindeer get done with the other 80%.

Take a good look at the top of Woodie's website where you see the animation of a guy flipping a stack of money. That's not the money you're going to make from trading "Woodie's CCI". That's the wads of money he's counting from the CCI filch-a-longs. But screw that now. That takes too much effort too. Just send the piles of moo-lah in for a 2-buck stack of DVD's with "the master of the CCI" mesmerizing you with how pretty the squiggly line looks once it's in its pristine historical state.

Like Dennis said in the blog post, it makes no sense to send the money indirectly to Woodie through some PayPal shell company called "Traders Education, Inc".

There's only one reason the money has to go through "him". Because he NEEDS the majority of that money to pay for his and his red-nosed buddy's lifestyles. The MAW part is the worm to catch the fish. MAW gets something for sure or they would come after him for using their good name, but it pales in comparison to what HE is going to take from the totals.

Dennis, it's always the same. They fight with you, they call you names, they defend Woodie to the teeth, but, in the end, they either come clean and recognize that they too had been "taken" or they crawl off in shame after having learned the truth for themselves.

TAZ Me Bro said...

I'm always baffled to hear the wood chuck say that nowhere in technical analysis does it say that prices are needed. I cut my teeth on classical TA (charting)--i.e. drawing patterns such as flags on price action. I wasn't even using MA's at that time. He may not have heard of volume spread analysis, but he's certainly aware of CB and MB's fibonacci work, which absolutely requires prices. How in the hell can he say that with a straight face?

By the way, I found out that our dear Mittens was nearly trampled to death during the great auto-trader stampede in Vegas. Please kick in a few wooden nickels to help pay the vet bill.