Commentaries from present and past Amway employees arrive in my inbox from time to time. Here's an example of someone who became entangled in the Amway tool scam production. 50 cent tapes that were sold to ambots for $5 or $10 were a common occurrence. With the Platinums and Emeralds out in full force, pressuring everyone in their downline to purchase one, hundreds of transactions were likely made, resulting in a healthy profit for the Diamonds. This is how they make their money, as you can see. They make extra money by selling tickets to ambots to come here and hear them speak at Amway activities, but this is all part of the same scam, as you can see. The amount of money that this poor schmuck was compensated for giving up his weekend to listen to some Amway morons brainwash their cult followers is a mystery to me. It's also possible that some Amway jerk duped him into doing this for free in exchange for the wealth of information he'd gain from being present at this once-in-a-lifetime event. Because they are stuck there, most likely earning less than minimum wage, listening to those Amway assholes spouting off their bullshit, and they must be horrified at the ambot reactions to the brainwashing techniques and the adoration they show to their Amway cult leader, I have always felt sorry for those poor bastards who work in the arenas where Amway holds their functions. You couldn't pay me enough to go through those nonsense sessions, I'll tell you that. But those fucking asses in your Amway upline expect you to pay them for the privilege of listening to them screw up people's lives as they muck up yours. This is just nonsense!
In the late 1970s, I worked with Amcrud, hoping to gain some useful information from the several weekend balony sessions that took place. That would be me, the one who created all of the spoken-word tapes that the rest of the poor, naive boneheads were compelled to purchase. Approximately twenty-four hours of the worst drivel known to man were spent taping every word from On High on Friday night, Saturday, and Saturday night, and on Sunday morning. Then came the enjoyable part: attempting to find ninety minutes of free time.
truthfulness and sincerity in instruction I was able to dub to a ninety-minute cassette tape. (By the way, they were less than fifty cents each.) It became rapidly apparent to me that the only real money came from "Tool" sales, despite Birdie's denials in public. If only the crowd had known I'd previously seen THE PLAN and was filled with nothing but contempt, my shrunken head would no certainly still be being used for dart practise in the posh suburbs of Charlotte.
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