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September 21, 2018
What is Funnel Hacks Price or Cost ?
The six-months Funnel Hacks subscription is available at a price of $997, while the 12-month subscription will cost you $1997. You will get following benefits…
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September 14, 2018
30 Days Book Bonus & One Funnel Away Challenge Bonus Offer [Limited Slots Left]
The 30 Days Summit is a three-day free virtual event hosted by Russell Brunson and Clickfunnels. He gathered 30 people from the Two Comma Club and asked them to write a chapter in a book outlining what they would do if they lost everything and had to get it back in 30 days. The name of featured speakers includes Trey Lewellen, Liz Benny, Garrett White, Alison Prince, Dana Derricks, Julie Stoian, Stephen Larsen, Stacey Martino, Ed Osburn, Tyler Sahule, Rachel Pedersen, Jeremy McGilvrey, Peng Joon, Myron Golden, Jaime Cross, Dan Henry Joe McCall, Spencer Mecham, Anissa Holmes, Dean Holland, John
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August 31, 2018
Russell Brunson’s 30 Days Book Review – Complete Analysis with Pros & Cons
Imagine this – Disaster hits! You lose absolutely everything. All you have left is your knowledge, a computer, and internet access. How would YOU get back on your feet if you only had 30 days to do it? Russell Brunson, the founder of Clickfunnels, has just launched a brand new book named “30 Days”. The 30 Days book is a 550+ page hardcover book of ALL the compiled battleplans (Day 1 through Day 30) from each speaker during the “30 Days Interview Series”. The price of the book, along with access to the membership website and the opportunity of being part of the “One
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30 Days Dotcom Book – Review + Special Bonus Inside [Limited Time]
I just come to know that Russell Brunson, the founder of Clickfunnels is going to launch a brand new product christened 30 Days Dotcom Book on September 6th, 2018. It will be a 500+ page hardcover book and the price of the book, along with access to the membership website and the opportunity of being part of the “One Funnel Away Challenge” will be $100. Apart from that, for the first time ever, the Clickfunnels will be running a FREE 3-Days Online Summit Event between September 17th to 20th. Under this three-day virtual event, the readers will get the opportunity to learn internet marketing strategies from 30 online marketing
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August 19, 2018
Titans of Zoo Review : Pros & Cons
I recently come to know that Nikhil Neswankar, is going to launch his first product named Titans of Zoo on JVzoo marketplace. The product was created by an Asian newbie, who got fed up with chasing shiny objects… and turned to the Internet full time like a Guru. I received lots of requests to review this product. Thus, I have decided to write a well-detailed Titans of Zoo review, so that I can help my website visitors to take the right purchase decision. Titans of Zoo is basically a collection of video interview series featuring Top Vendors & Super Affiliates
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July 27, 2018
Spencer Mecham’s Affiliate Secrets Review : Is it Worth the Investment ?
July 26, 2018
Todd Brown E5 Camp Masterclass Review : Pros & Cons
June 19, 2013
An Anthology of Madness
a giveaway + a goodbye
The release of An Anthology of Madness marks the end of Make It MAD. I began writing here in June of 2010 and spilled my digital guts every Wednesday, documenting my search for faith, my battles with addiction, my struggles with the homeless, a few tips on being a gentleman in the 21st Century, and my abandonment of church and religion as I wandered the streets of America seeking God.
I have chosen to bring Make It MAD to a close not because I no longer have anything to write about, but because all good stories must come to an end. I could continue to write on this particular blog for years to come, but it doesn’t feel right. The part of my life it represents has come to a close. I want it to remain what it is: the story of a young man living in Los Angeles trying to understand what it means to have faith and grace; the story of that man stepping outside of his Sunday morning comfort zone to find God in the most uncomfortable of places; the story of that man finding the love of his life.
Make It MAD allowed me to travel the country and meet many of you in person. We shared stories over coffees and beers and dinners. For this I will be forever grateful. I spent time in your homes and with your families. Because of this blog, I have lifelong friends I would have never met otherwise, including my wife, Lauren, whose smile shines so bright I swear to God we’d all still see light if the sun burned out tomorrow. It’s because of her support I started publishing books and pursuing writing full time. I cannot fathom the depths at which my soul might be lurking today had Lauren never gotten in the car with me on that frigid March afternoon in Columbus.
To celebrate the end of this blog and all your readership has brought me, I have published An Anthology of Madness. A paperback Director’s Cut of my letters, my essays, and my poems to you.
Darker, longer, grittier. Everything I was afraid to say because I was afraid of losing you, and everything I couldn’t say because I knew it would offend my church. Some of these stories you have read. Others I kept buried at the bottom of drawers until now, too fearful of what the world might think…too afraid of the comment sections where too many Christians use scripture like silver bullets locked and loaded to put down a werewolf.
Too often I see Christian art trying to answer questions no one is asking.
And I think this is a large part of what makes many of us consider Christian art as lame and repetitive. When it came to writing and compiling the works within An Anthology of Madness, I wanted to try something different because I believe great art leaves you with questions, not solutions. Without questions, we’d never explore, never experience self-discovery. The ideas in this book are not to be considered absolute truths. The stories I have chosen to publish are simply what was true for me at the time they were written during my personal struggles with sobriety, finding my faith, the church, and grace. Some of the ideas may work for you, others you may choose to leave behind. These stories exist in this format because I am not the first person to struggle with the ideas they present, and I will not be the last.
An Anthology of Madness is the version of Make It MAD I should have started writing back in 2010.
This book is for you, dear readers, because without you and your support, it would not exist. So today I am giving away two copies (one for you, one for a friend) along with a bottle of Secret Squirrel coffee because what’s a good book without a good cup of coffee? All you have to do is leave a comment below that MUST include your email address so I can contact you if you’ve won. The winner will be notified on Monday, June 24th.
If you’d like to go ahead and purchase a copy of the book, you can do so right here. It’s on sale! Also, don’t forget to check out Secret Squirrel by following them on Twitter or ordering a few bottles for yourself right here.
And finally, to the strangers who carefully read these unedited words in their original publication on Make It MAD and still invited me into their homes, gave me a place to rest my head, and fed me during my travels, thank you.
All of your kindness helped strengthen my faith when I was at my weakest.
Stay mad out there.
With unconditional love & grace,
Max Andrew Dubinsky.
ps: I will still be sending out email updates to Make It MAD subscribers regarding future projects (click here to subscribe). You can also stay up to date on my latest projects by following me on Twitter. As well, I am the author behind IAmYourNeighbor.com
March 1, 2013
Dear Girl With Only One Favorite
dear girl with only one favorite,
you haven’t officially met me yet, but i am confident i know your heart better than anyone. i’ve read about your uneasy life pounding hard from your fingertips, spilling forth words and poetry that reminds the soul how to feel; the stomach to ache; the heart to skip. you’ve trusted me with your deepest secrets, the hardest hurts, yet i see no scars. only mercy. you make me want to fight for the blameless love that flows from your veins, defend it as if it were my own; as if my heart beats because yours beats too. but i am just a man, lost in a sea of many. can you even see what you’ve done for others? because i can from where i stand.
i see love.
relentless love.
which is everything i have to give you in return.
MAD.
a letter to my wife before we met in person. originally published by thedailyletter.com in 2011
January 28, 2013
Dhaka
“You’re going to Dhaka?” the Bengali man asks. We stepped up to board our flight. He stops his conversation to inquire about the six white Americans at gate 109 cramming onto a seven hour flight from Istanbul to Dhaka, Bangladesh. I tell him we are, indeed, headed to Dhaka. He puts his hands on his hips and laughs. “Good luck. You’re going to need it.”
I turn to one of the other writer’s traveling with me. “Not exactly the most comforting thing to hear.”
If you took away all the traffic lights and removed all the lines from the roads in New York City, you’d have a rough blueprint for the city of Dhaka. Dhaka is to Bangladesh what New York is to America: a city of opportunity. Now imagine that 150,000,000 of your fellow Americans intend to leave their small hometowns to pursue big city dreams. There won’t be enough space for them. So you build more buildings, but the contractors keep running out of money. Now 30% of the skyline is unfinished skyscrapers and scaffolding thirty stories high. You will never have enough manpower working enough to clean up after the influx of people. Trash will accumulate faster than you can dispose of it. You will be forced to burn it. Now there are small fires on every street corner. What trash is left, the homeless will use to build shelters. They will construct entire neighborhoods along your sidewalks. Next, release every animal from every home. Let them take over the back alleys and side streets. With all the trash there will be plenty for them to eat. And the chances of them getting hit will be slim. There will be enough cars to render traffic laws useless. A perpetual state of honking will hang in the air like the thumping bass line in a night club. Drive where you can, wherever the road opens up, and hope you don’t run down the men and women now pulling rickshaws because they can get to where you are going faster than you and make money while doing it. A permanent layer of ash and dust now settles over everything. What doesn’t fall hangs low in the sky, turning it from blue to shades of green and gray. Now you have an idea of what it’s like to live in Dhaka.
We are photographed as we walk through city streets. The residents here stop and stare as if I’m an escaped animal from the local zoo. They are friendly, but they know I am out of my element. They know, just as I do, that I am a long way from home.
You can’t turn a corner without running into someone in desperate need. The need for a cigarette, a drink, or five bucks. The average daily income in Bangladesh is between $1.25 and $1.85 a day. That’s fifty-five dollars a month. I’ll spend that in one night on a movie and popcorn with my wife in LA.
Religion is a way of life out here. It is a cornerstone. It is not something to hide or be ashamed of. In fact, a prayer is recited from loudspeakers around the city five times a day, starting at 5 am. 89.5% of the population is Muslim. The remaining 9.4% is Hindu. It’s safe to assume in our Western Culture, Christianity is the dominant religion. There is no reason for them to assume that religion is any less import to us. So when they look to America, they see Bill Clinton and Kanye West. They see the Kardashians. They see Brittany Spears and say, “Those are how the Christians behave.” Repulsive may not be the right word, but it’s the first word that comes to mind. In fact, we are instructed by the .1% of Christians here in Bangladesh to never refer to ourselves as Christians when we are asked about our religion. “You’re followers of Jesus,” our translator says. And we will be asked. The way we ask our friends and acquaintances if they’ve seen any good movies lately, the culture here wants to know of your religion and how many brothers and sisters you have. Family and God preside above all else.
My first day here we will visit with the lowest class in the city. Sweepers. Those who go out in the city streets at five in the morning, seven days a week, and sweep away the dust and garbage with antique and makeshift brooms. They are brought in from India to perform this specific task. When we arrive, these sweepers are working in a giant lot, breaking bricks to build a home for themselves. A compound. A dormitory. Children run barefoot through the rubble. The men are on their hands and knees. The women push brooms. Those fortunate enough to have homes live in a room no larger than your bedroom. Their entire family shares the same bed. They have no toilet, but must use the community bathroom. Their doors are always open. Their neighbors spilling in and out of their lives without warning, permission, or question. And they are always welcome.
I will spend my afternoon in a school located at the center of the sweeper community that could double as a prison yard. The men and women working here will great us, the children will swarm us as if we are celebrities. They will pull on our clothes and climb atop one another to get a closer look at our faces. They will line up to have their pictures taken. They will laugh. They will follow at our heels wherever we go. The staff invites us to their daily devotional. We gather in a dark room. We sit at a table. We sit cross-legged on a concrete floor with no heat or air conditioning. We set our Bibles out before us. And we read. We pray. We cannot understand each other perfectly. But this does not matter. We gather for the same reason: this life is not about us. We gather as Hindus, as Muslims, and as Christians. We discuss Jesus. We talk about God’s love. And while we may not believe the same thing, I could feel God smile upon us as we read together from the same Book to learn from each other rather than dividing and arguing over who is right.
When the headmaster of the school introduces himself, a twenty-five year old man named Joseph, he says, “I used to be a sponsored child.” I weep. I’ve sponsored children for the last three years of my life. I did it because my church guilted me into it and for no other reason. Food for the Hungry came into this area thirty years ago. They didn’t come to hand them rice and water bottles. They didn’t come just to pray and leave. They came to repair the damage and prevent it from happening again. They turned this community, this school, into a self-sustaining, self-relying community. And Joseph, along with nearly every other teacher there, was once a student in this very building. And because they were sponsored by someone, somewhere, with an extra thirty bucks a month to give, they got an education. They learned English. They learned how to get themselves out of poverty. And they returned to the same school to pay it forward. The students here in Bangladesh are now the teachers. They are here to ensure the next generation has every opportunity they had and more. They can do this because people like you and me often earn an abundance that is someone else’s necessity.
I have seen no better representation of the church than I have here in this broken, overcrowded, tropical slum crammed between India and China on the other side of the world where believing in something other than yourself is respected rather than scoffed. I have seen kindness in the darkest of places.
Here I have seen grace.
I have seen fairness.
I have seen mercy.
copyright January 2013 || Max Andrew Dubinsky
photos courtesy of Esther Havens, Daniel C. White, and Lauren Dubinsky
