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Tinnitus Miracle Review- The Truth behind it

By: Oggy Bleacher

This article is completely regarding Tinnitus Miracle Review and will also teach you what is Tinnitus Miracle along with can they operate in supplying the solution in you. So ahead of going forward it is actually very much needed to understand what is definitely tinnitus? Tinnitus can be a conception of some unwanted sound that will may get reached to the head although absence of any sort of exterior sounding source. The most most of the sound that are being understood usually are humming, ringing or hissing which enters the head making the affected individuals to possess a serious discomfort. According the reports uncovered by American Tinnitus Association promises that practically 50 million men and women in US are undergoing the problems of chronic ringing and as opposed to for pretty much 12 million men and women the indications appears to be getting more painful and therefore are interpreting their routine lifestyle.

As there isn't any proper and also reputable strategy to treating this specific noise perception in the ears, the doctor's generally look forward in enhancing the quality of life and also downsizing the concentration of the sound what they're going through now. Despite the fact that there won't be any treatment folks are wasting a large amount in treatments in undergoing some treatment not knowing whether or not this actually allows or not.

Thomas Coleman an eating plan specialist, medical analyst plus a previous suffer associated with Ringing in the ears Miracle. He have also been wasting along had all kind of medical techniques for many years to remove this issue nevertheless felt exclusively reduced pain and also too for smaller timeframe. So he decided to develop a natural treatment to help cure Tinnitus Miracle completely. His 16 a lot of hardwork and investigation he designed a 250 page e book that could absolutely bring in a conclusion to the Tinnitus Miracle.

I reject many modern economic mechanisms as false and grotesque but I do know how they work. The above semi-gibberish is an example of how things are done these day and why Ayn Rand is an asshole. The choice, as she usually presented it, is not between a rational utopia of Ipad addicted high achievers or naked druids shaking carved sticks in the air at birds. No. That would make the choice easy. What is actually going to happen is the majority of people wading through a flood wave of capitalist bullshit as the planet is plundered and most people just trying to survive by doing the least amount of work possible. Yes, some hippies will eschew technology with some "sub-animal" rationalization, and some capitalists will plunder the retirements of the parents of those hippies with some "super-animal" rationalization. The highs and lows will never change.

Ok, some background....

I have Tinnitus. I pronounced it "Tin-Eye-tis" until I heard William Shatner and other sufferers pronounce it "Tin-ni-tus"
I hear the worst plague of locusts ALL THE TIME IN MY HEAD. No, they haven't started talking to me, but I have started talking to them. "Get out of my head!"
But they won't go away.
I went to an eye ear and nose doctor in Los Angeles and he was a real doctor and this condition as I have it is untreatable. They can attempt to treat it but since I was paying cash and he knew there was no Insurance Bank to withdraw from he sent me off with some useless nasal spray and advice about keeping my ears clean. That's what any doctor would tell you if they couldn't bill Blue Cross a few grand in MRI fees.
So, the noise is getting so bad that I get up a few times a night because I am sure the shower is running at full blast upstairs and flooding the basement. Surely, that sound couldn't be imaginary or in my head. I have yet to be right about the flood.

Now, millions of people are afflicted with this and you probably will be too one day so don't laugh. Some get it from factory work, others get it from military related incidents. Others listen to music loud. Maybe stress causes it. Diet. Etc. It's like Fibromylagia or restless leg syndrome. Anything could cause it and there is no cure.

That's where the smart marketers come in. Snake oil salesmen used to sell whiskey as "cure all". Their only hope was to keep moving so the reviews of their whiskey wouldn't kill their reputations. But how can we do that today when everything is online and reviewed?

Enter "Tinnitus Miracle"
This is the new model of how to use Google, SEO (search engine optimization) and the gullibility of consumers to make some money.

The first step is to pick a big market. 50 million people have Tinnitus. That's a good market.

The next step is to buy as many urls/web domain names as possible.,,,,
buy them and prepare to fill them with content that uses words like "miracle cure of tinnitus" and "fix tinnitus" and "hearing noise in head" etc.
the content must be rich in keywords so google word crawling spiders scan your site and decide that the content pertains 100% to someone who types "Tinnitus cure" into the search engine. (Even though this page now contains these keywords it will probably not appear in the top 400,000 sites because the "relevance" of the site itself and the "occurrence" of the keywords. But one day it will be somewhere in the top million sites. If you search for "Tinnitus makes Oggy Bleacher's life miserable" it'll be number one.)

That's the most important thing: you have to be number 1 in google to make money. You definitely have to be in the top ten.
Ah, but what if you could do such a good job with urls and keywords that you are 1 through 10? What if, now what if, you did such a bang up job and had enough startup investment that you could be the first 50 search return sites for "tinnitus cure"?

Well, I went through 26 pages, at ten sites per page for a total of 260 "separate" sites and found maybe 1 site that was "independent" and gave "independent review" of a book that purports to cure tinnitus. The book is called "Tinnitus Miracle Cure" and it would be better if it were called "How to use Google to make a million dollars and then use the money to get your ears replaced."

I didn't buy the book, but the journey I went on trying to get a review of it showed me how many pitfalls there are out there. The book is probably advice on diet and stress and some sound therapy. Nothing bad, but neither is whiskey bad. Whiskey probably cures coughs for a few hours. Really!
And the most important thing is that since there is no medical consensus on Tinnitus there can be no fraud if you mislead the reader on a cure. It's not like you suggest treating a broken bone with Blueberry incense and a coffee enema. Doing that online would land you in deep trouble...because there is a medical consensus on how to treat a broken bone. Causes and treatment of Tinnitus is total vague, like Fibromyalgia and Christianity, so deception is impossible to prove as long as some viable product is demonstrated. Due-diligence is probably the term the lawyer would repeat. You have to prove you have done research and the product is sold as a result of that research. If you can prove it then you are in good shape. And if you offer a money back guarantee then you are in good shape too.

But to make money, you must dominate the marketplace. Word of mouth only works when the cure actually works. When you are told to reduce stress and watch your salt intake then that's not a cure that will spread like wildfire among Tinnitus sufferers. To dominate the marketplace you have to do something I was shamefully involved in back in the San Fernando Valley...affiliate marketing. This is where you promise to pay someone to promote your site for you. I say "promise" because we fucked over hundreds of affiliate marketers who directed traffic to our site selling frivolous mini motorcycles. Hahahaha.

Now, in the old days of 2004 affiliate marketers were trusted to make their own content, but that led to honesty and integrity so here we are 8 years later and affiliate marketing is another term for "shill" as in, the weak coughing guy in the crowd who limps forward and drinks the whiskey and stops coughing and then does a dance. "It works!"
That's like in the "SAY, SAY SAY" music video with Paul McCartney and Michael Jackson. M.J. is a shill as Sir Paul hawks snake oil. Old trick, new methods.
Today, we have paid reviewers saying the book's methods cured their tinnitus. These guys probably didn't even have a hearing problem let alone get cured by it. Hell, the author of the book itself may not exist.

For instance, the review at the top of this page was from a "Affiliate marketing cafe" site that gives out free content for people who manage their own PPC (pay per click) blogs and web sites. You can make money doing this (five cents a page view, ten cents on a click-through, 10% of any purchases) but not enough to purchase your soul back from google unfortunately. (I just read the free content that drives traffic to a "learn to play guitar" site and it was laugh-out-loud bad. Like the pseudo-informative content above, it is the Capitalist equivalent of Shamanism.*)
They invite you to take the content and paste it on your site. It had another author's name, something like "Robert Blankeship" totally bogus so I put my bogus name on it. But reading the content itself is embarrassing. It was written by an Indian or Sri Lankan? "he designed a 250 page e book that could absolutely bring in a conclusion to the Tinnitus Miracle" Terrible grammar. Not a native speaker. Or maybe a computer generated the review from other computer generated reviews. Or someone used google translate to change it from Urdu to English. Who knows? The whole point of the review is not to inform you about the product but rather to give you content so you can market many products without doing any actual product review. Because you have better things to do with your time than interact with the products you are shilling.

So, this is a warning to consumers that we have entered the next generation of snake oil. google only does what it is programmed to do and if I extend a special offer to "cure your shyness in 5 easy steps" with a money back guarantee and I host 100 sites with "" and "" and throw up content and ways to buy my e-book and I dominate the marketplace, then I will make money. And my point is that when making money becomes the end goal then it will naturally lead to miracle cures saturating the market. Everyone wants a miracle cure. I almost want to buy the book just so I can give it a real review and test it's theories but at $40 I can't afford it today. SO the internet will have to be satisfied with fake snake oil reviews. And I will wear ear phones and ignore the buzzing in both ears.

You've been warned.

*My suspicion is that one person wrote one article and then dozens of people around the world copied into their own language and then translated it with google translate until it because unrecognizable...and thus they completed their assignment of filling the internet with their nonsense and got paid two or three dollars. Congratulations. DO THESE ASSHOLES THINK CYBERSPACE IS PROVIDED BY WIZARDS?

Here's a taste of one of the articles on obituary searches:

"In every person's life, losing someone seems to be one of those occurrences that are so hard to bear. However, that is already given and there's no exemption to that. Aside from that known death of someone, it is also hard to consider someone who has been missing for such a long time to be dead already."

Oggy's translation: The death of a friend is a difficult but inevitable event provided you do not die first. Finding closure is made even more heartbreaking when a person has been missing long enough to be presumed dead. Sure, they might turn up alive but probably not. It is better to write them off and get on with your life. Otherwise, two people have died and not just one. Blah blah blah.

Ponderings of a Broken Man

That would be the title of my syndicated column if I were syndicated and could stand to speak to editors and have my words be "priced". As it is, I have no column and no readers and nothing but a cheap set of pants and a stomach ache from the Jack in the Box tacos I just crammed down my fuzz face. I dropped some on the floor and the dog sniffed and then walked away leaving the crumbs and "taco filling" untouched. What does that say? I've got the toilet penciled in for a meeting tomorrow around noon to one.

Ok, a few things I want to touch on tonight:
Back pain
Resentful children of the future

"The sound of destruction." is how one person in Alabama described a tornado out of God's own handbook for global destruction. I've heard more wind in the past few months than when Rush Limbaugh gets his piglets on an Al Gore press release. Is the end coming? Yes, it's always coming. Hurricanes are something I've lived through, a couple of them and a few ice storms. They were almost all freak events. I almost lost one car to the Galveston 'Cane of 1992. Looking back on my refusal to listen to the news I think I deserved to lose that car but got lucky since the hurricane hit Louisiana. A direct hit would've killed me for sure.

I was bicycling across the country in 1993 and it rained for 32 straight days. From Vermont to Minneapolis. Then it rained a bit more until I got to South Dakota. Then it started to hail. I had lost the ability to stand upright somewhere around Michigan. Anyway, I was crossing the Thunder Basin grassland in Wyoming as pictured here on a nice day.*

Sometime on the second or third day in the never ending grasslands a purple cloud like this one started to approach me and there was nowhere to go.

I mean nowhere to hide.
I pedaled and pedaled hoping to run into a farm house or old garage or Indian reservation but there was nothing...except...what's that in the distance? A grain silo! SAVED!

The storm was approaching with thunder and lightning and my tent would be torn to shreds so I bushwacked across the prairie dog playground and climbed over a barbed wire fence and pulled my bike under it and then went to this rusty old abandoned grain silo. Here's a pic of a silo like the one I foolishly took refuge in.

It would be shelter. I threw my bike in just moments before a wind like God's Angry Howl came from the west and rattled the joints of my pre-arthritic spine. The temperature went from 60 degrees to like 30 degrees in five minutes and I huddled sweaty in my sleeping bag chattering as mice and prairie dogs scurried for shelter. I was nearing hypothermia as my teeth chattered in my Moses beard and I decided in desperation to BUILD A FIRE IN THE SILO. I gathered my newspaper and some corn cobs and sticks that had been blown from Utah and had a fire glowing in seconds. I was warm. Ahhh.....ahhhh.....ahhhhhhssssssshhhhhiiiiittttttttt!

A powerful gust of wind with "the sound of destruction" blew the hinges off the grain silo and, yes, caught the raging bonfire I had just built and SPUN IT IN A TORNADO FROM HELL AROUND ME! I was trapped in a grain silo that was filled with flying fire as an apocalyptic storm raged outside.

I would rank that moment in the Wyoming grain silo as the closest to grave injury I have ever been. It's the reason why I watch some movies and am not very impressed by the danger the characters are put in.

I can still see my reasoning behind all my decisions...but it's safe to say the series of events that led to that moment as I watched the stable fire become airborne and then scald my eyes with glowing embers was very unique. You would probably have to wait at that silo for years if you wanted an identical storm to recreate that moment and it happened to me AS I WAS BICYCLING PAST IT AFTER 4 MONTHS OF PEDALING. If God was watching I'll bet He said, "I didn't see that coming."

I remember seeing the storm in the distance dominating the horizon and really stopping to study my options because it was obviously a storm that destroys things. Tornadoes from Tuscaloosa to Washington D.C.
It reminds me of the Dust Bowl when those who denied it was really serious got together in D.C. AND A DUST CLOUD FROM OKLAHOMA COVERED THE ENTIRE CITY. They stopped denying it. I wonder if these Tornadoes were a wake up call to anyone in D.C. The atmosphere is 4% more humid than normal right now...and 100% more oil saturated.

This leads me to another topic. Resentment. I am resentful. Right? No secret. No news flash. Now isn't the time to itemize my resentments but I will say they aren't anything special. I don't have abnormal resentments, like resenting John Macnamara for LEAVING CALVIN SCHIRALDI IN THE GAME AFTER HE HAD JUST GOTTEN SLAUGHTERED IN THE 9TH INNING. Nope. I...Wait, I am resentful of that. fuck.

My point is that I've been reading a lot of these climate change sites and the rallying cry is usually, "We are leaving a horrible world for our kids. We should be ashamed."
And I've used that argument more than once when I can't seem to find another emotional hangnail to chew on. But when I read other people using that argument I see how flimsy it is. And under further inspection I'm pretty sure it is totally untrue. Yes, throwing away scrap metal or leaving the lights on IS A TOTALLY WASTEFUL ACT AND IS GROTESQUE AND LEADS TO FEWER RESOURCES IN THE FUTURE. Of course. It's undeniable. But to suggest a kid born in ten years will grow up and in 2042 say, "Those motherfuckers back in 2012! They were the worst! SO WASTEFUL! I can't believe they left me this mess. AND THEY KILLED ALL THE ARCTIC WOLVES, THOSE ASSHOLES."

No. That's never going to be said because that kind of resentment isn't real. Not only is an emotionally shaming argument ineffective and spurious, but it's not even true. Future children will simply SOLVE THE PROBLEMS OF THEIR DAY. Yes, if you want to be picky you will be able to point to choices Americans made to develop destructive industries, but those developments will be at the disposal of the children who have no oil or clean rivers. They won't look at the rivers and the climate and sit around speaking ill of us because they will have never known anything different. I'm the only person I know who has bemoaned the loss of the American Bison. And I don't really care about them as much as I care about the experiment in talking about the American Bison at city council meetings. How was I going to write about the mayor's reaction to a plan to reintroduce Bison into the state parks near Santa Cruz UNLESS I PROPOSED A PLAN TO REINTRODUCE BISON? I was doing research.
Now, I'm one out of a trillion who would do something like that. When the polar bear and Arctic wolf, two animals hardly any human has actually seen alive, are finally extinct, it will change nothing to the people of the future because they will not have been concerned with the polar bear or arctic wolf's survival.

"Weren't they already extinct," will probably be the response as someone sips a grande mochachino half-caf in the roasting inferno known as Tropical Toronto.

Furthermore, we are biological events, not philosophical or divine ones which means that life wants to live...not resent the long dead. Like the polar bear and wolf, our eventual extinction will be met with the same indifference by some other life form.

"What? No more humans?" the thing will say. "What about that one in the vacuum chamber? Ahhh, that sucks. Hey, you eating the rest of that?"

As an activist, like Thomas Paine, I hunt for the right combination of words that will A) inspire me to resist the urge to HANG MYSELF and B) entertain others and C) make our world slightly less biological and a little more philosophical. So, that's where a pitiful argument like "Our kids will be so disappointed in us," comes from. It's flawed and untrue. I take my recycling of a few Stag Beer cans and soda pop PAST A DUMPSTER FULL OF RECYCLABLES to a recycling station not because I want to be praised by some dickwad in 40 years but because waste irks me personally. It is contemptuous to the earth and to the Brazilians whose rain forest was cut down to make room for the Pepsi Bottling Plant.

I was going to discuss my latest scoliosis-related back pain but I think you get the picture. Think about that. I deliberately engaged in activities that directly caused me pain then and still cause me immense pain and I don't resent my past self. If I can't resent my own terrible decision then there is no way a kid in 40 years will resent the collectively selfish decisions we're making when we pollute every North American River to get minerals that allow us to text message our pizza delivery guy. Really, it's egotistical to think we'll be considered at all. I read a forum comment the other day that was like, "DELL KNOWS ABOUT THIS FAULTY POWER CORD PROBLEM AND REFUSES TO DO ANYTHING. I'M NEVER BUYING DELL AGAIN!" No humility. We're entitled to these high resource items.
There's a good chance the future kids will look at the cause of all their environmental problems and say, "THIS IPAD SUCKS! IT'S SO SLOW!" and that's as much acknowledgment that we will get. We, the kid's grandfather or grandmother, will be identified through the very technology that caused a 1200 mile swath of tornadoes. Maybe that's my point: You get what you ask for. We want technology and that's what we will become. Your jokes, freckles, frowns and farts will be assimilated into Apple's paradigm until we exist only in digital form. Humanity 1.0. The way I honor my grandparents with anecdotes and trinkets (because they left behind almost no digital trace) will be replaced with virtual shrines. You are creating the memory of yourself right now. Creepy.

*There are no photos of my bike trip, only a moldy journal written in illegible chicken scratch. I borrowed the photos from elsewhere.
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