Posted on July 27, 2013
I get a decent amount of “hey can you invest in this?” emails. They range from not interesting to spammy. Only every now and then do I get one that is crazy spammy.
Hello i saw you on angel list the thing is i refuse to use twitter so had to contact you here i hope you dont mind.
My name is [redacted] i am an inventor, i currently have 9 good ideas and am working on more, four are ready for patenting i just have no funds.
The 4 designs that are ready are: one for tobacco users, one for women one for mobility scooter users, one for frozen food trays, of my other designs: 1 i need to get electrical help with, 1 i need engineer help with and one i need app designer and electrician.
Ive been attempting to sell my ideas under the safety of a NDA but as i cant give out much info the companies ive emails havent replied so i decided i need help willing to offer upto 50% stake in all my designs depending on your involvement.
Im looking for someone with patent knowledge or financial and managerial knowledge to help me as while im able to handle the creative my painkillers make it hard to handle complicated matters such as business.
In the position im in i cant reveal all my ideas as i have no current protection but with a nondisclosure agreement i am willing to show one of my designs and go from there.
Investment would not be much just enough to patent one design then sell it and use the profits to patent the other designs.
Posted on December 29, 2012
In “The Chance for Peace” (1953)
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.
This world in arms is not spending money alone.
It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children.
The cost of one modern heavy bomber is this: a modern brick school in more than 30 cities.
It is two electric power plants, each serving a town of 60,000 population.
It is two fine, fully equipped hospitals.
It is some 50 miles of concrete highway.
We pay for a single fighter with a half million bushels of wheat.
We pay for a single destroyer with new homes that could have housed more than 8,000 people.
This, I repeat, is the best way of life to be found on the road the world has been taking.
This is not a way of life at all, in any true sense. Under the cloud of threatening war, it is humanity hanging from a cross of iron.
These plain and cruel truths define the peril and point the hope that come with this spring of 1953.
This is one of those times in the affairs of nations when the gravest choices must be made, if there is to be a turning toward a just and lasting peace.
It is a moment that calls upon the governments of the world to speak their intentions with simplicity and with honesty.