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April 4, 2018 -- 
There are hundreds — maybe thousands — of YouTube videos with strategies to succeed using the website. 

That is because there are thousands — maybe millions — of YouTube users competing to succeed. 

Among those hopefuls are a handful who fail to understand that success on YouTube is not a given. One must plan, use strategies, and tools (such as TubeBuddy) to propel forward. Even then success is not guaranteed. 

For every Stefan Molyneux and Paul Joseph Watson who seem to effortless click on their cameras and garner millions of views, there are countless wannabees struggling to get a tiny following. 

That reality is apparently lost on some.

One of those disillusioned souls appears to be — or was — the now infamous YouTube shooter. 

No one is entitled to success. 

Some seem to believe there are two steps to high achievement. Step one: Show up on American soil. Step two: Become a millionaire by virtue of your brilliance. 

Actually, there are countless steps between one and two — and those are contingent upon one's aptitudes, intelligence, and personality. 

My guess is the YouTube shooter lacked all three. 

This frustration is based on unwarranted expectations. This, in turn, is fueled by cultural Marxism's emphasis on white privilege. 

When I was 35-years-old I was sitting on the floor in a grocery store at five in the morning scraping bubble gum. 

That was part of my job — or one of my five jobs. 

I recall rising with the sun one summer Sunday morning, chucking my lawnmower in the trunk, and heading out mow grass for a real estate agent. That was the second of my five jobs; a fledgling lawn care business. I returned home, showered, donned by wrinkled suit and arrived at church in time to deliver the Sunday sermon where I worked my third job as a part-time Baptist preacher. 

Monday morning I was back at the grocery and, after two hours of pushing a Honda buffer through the aisles, I drove to the cable company where I worked in the office full time; job number four. Pay? Seven-dollars per hour. Experience? Invaluable. 

During that time I had this laughable notion of launching a direct mail business marketing information to churches and small businesses. That was job number five and it proved to be my primary source of income for the past 30 years. 

In January a letter was fired off to my remaining clients: I was retiring. 

The interesting thing about the direct mail business is this: My clients knew nothing about me. They did not know my race, religion, gender, height, weight (thank goodness), marital status, or addiction to 1960s beach music. 

Privilege had nothing to do with it. 

So how did I make it work?

In the 1980s I approached an evangelist friend and offered to design his new newsletter in exchange for advertising in it. I approached a printer and offered to provide design services in exchange for order forms and stationary. I visited the library (a virtual "Google" prior to the Internet) and found a supplier. 

Boom. I was in business. 

No privilege. No entitlement. Just common sense and willingness to surrender immediate gratification for eventual success. 


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