The World Gone Mad is a non-profit, non-denomination ministry podcasting to today's youth and the like bringing truth in cutting edge format amidst a world of chaos. I have been communicating thoughts, rants, raves, and ideas now for nearly 30 years and still have a great deal more to learn about the way people communicate, interact, and connect with one another. It seems that in the millineum, people can use just about anything to talk and/or connect with one another. We were inspired to launch this ministry through the grace of God and some history in radio broadcasting. You see, this ministry did not start out as a podcast. Years ago a collegue of mine and myself sat down after a youth conference and discussed a possible ministry in radio through a call-in program geared towards students where we would discuss hot topics similar to what we do today on the podcast. One thing lead to another and through a series of brick walls wound up placing that radio show on hiatus. Then we hear of this thing called podcasting. I did some research on the whole sha-bang, and thought to myself...self, we could do this ministry as a podcast. Most of today's students are online in different chat rooms or hot spots like MySpace and Facebook (and we have sites up at both places as well) why couldn't we offer them a podcast that can give them Biblical instruction, with some humor on the side, and keep them coming back for more and then get them plugged into discipleship either online or network thorugh a local church? Thus, the birth of a new ministry. I am the President of The World Gone Mad, Inc, and co-host of the hit podcast, The World Gone Mad. I have the privilege of being placed in this position to help many others guide and direct today's youth through the Grace and Power of our Lord Jesus Christ. I have the support of my lovely wife and three fine, young gentlemen whom to this day still believe they can take 'ol Dad in an all-out, in your face, wrestling match over the world's most coveted snack, Black Forrest Gummie Bears. They have much to learn. My dream job would be the traveling quality inspector Black Forrest making certain that they continue to produce nothing less than the best gummie candies available on the open market. I would do so in my dream car which is none other than 1988 Black Lamborghini Countasch LS Twin Turbo 500 with tinted windows and a lush medium brown interior and a compartmant for my Flamin' Hot Cheetos, an ice-cold Coca-Cola classic...and a glove compartment filled with bags of...hmm, oh I don't know...Black Forrest Gummie Bears? Sounds Good. I met my spouse...or should I say...my wife met me...oh - who am I kidding. I'm a bum. Ok, I met my wife in College. She was taking the same courses as I was, and as I planned it, I conveniently forgot my pencil, and paper...the very first day of school. It's an old trick of the trade. I found an open seat next to her, and before you knew it, she was offering me espresso, canolis, and wondered if she could massage my feet...at least that's how I remember it. She might recall it differently...I don't know. It's all true...everything except for the part about the espresso. And the canolis. And the whole feet-massaging thing...that didn't really happen either, but everything else is right on the money. My proudest accomplishment is being able to find a woman that will actually put up with a crazy w. fatman like myself, and all my idiosyncrasies that come with me. And, of course...my boys. I couldn't be more proud of each and every one of them! i have such high hopes for my guys and know they will grow up to be men far greater than their 'Ol Dad ever was...as it should be. The strangest thing that has ever happened to me includes a toilet, vomit, pepto, and a hotel clerk. If you want the whole story, shoot me an email. If I get enough requests, I'll talk about it on an upcoming podcast. It was a rather embarrassing situation, but very, very funny. My most interesting souvenirs include a glass Coca-Cola Bottle from Jerusalem, one from Izrael, and a dinky, little can of Coke from an airport in Russia. My favorite place in the world is in the sanctity and laughter of my family whom God has brought together, corny...I know, but it's the truth. I would rather be with them, then in Paris, Italy, St. Thomas...of course if my family were going to or were already in the Virgin Islands or Aruba that's nice too...wait! Can I start over? Everyone has a comfort food. Something to which they retreat after a long week which just coats their stomach and warms the heart. (or clogs it to the point you slip into a sugar or fat induced coma...but it's still good tasting food...whatta' ya' gonna' do?) Some of my comfort food includes a fatty, well marbled, smoked, medium well ribye steak somthered in carmelized onions and sauteed, red bell peppers, a baked potato covered in sour cream, chives, and shredded cheese, and wash it all down with an ice-cold IBC Root Beer. Another favorite of mine is a nice, well-rounded plate of Tyson Hot Wings and wash it all down with an ice-cold IBC Root Beer...and then maybe a twinkie or two for dessert. I would say a large bag of black forrest gummie bears, but I am simply trying to be creative. I don't really have a favorite band or favorite genre music. I can say that there is no country played in my home and I pitty-da-foo who is subjected to that form of American torture. I wouldn't wish that stuff on my worst enemy...or...well, my second...nope, third...I wouldn't wish that on my third worst enemy. It is just stuff that numbs your mind. It's a lot like cousin Eddy's from National Lampoons Christmas Vacation, when his wife runs the microwave. I believe the same happens to fine Americans who through accident or design get caught up in country noise. "They wet their pants and forget who they are for half an hour". My motivation is my wife, my children, and most importantly, my God. Jesus, the King of Kings and the Lord of lords, became man and laid down HIS life so that I may have life, and have it more abundantly. Shame on me if I ever take that, or this wonderful life for granted. The image of that might be similar to the President of the United States sacrificing his own life so that I may live, however, God's gift to us through Jesus Christ is eternal life which is far more than anyone on earth could ever match. Given the choice, I would much rather prefer: Coffee over tea, plastic (debit) over paper (cash), email over IM, CSI Vegas over Miami/New York/whatever, Bugs Bunny over Daffy Duck (like that's even an issue) it would, however be a toss up between Pinky & the Brain and Ren & Stimpy...that's a Tuffy, I choose to watch movies at my home theater rather than the movie theater...you can wear what you want, eat what you want, you don't have people walking in front of you all the time. If you have to leave you can simply pause the show. And, you don't have to take out a loan to watch the movie at your own theater. I couldn't say if I would rather visit CHI Town or NY. I have never been to NY, but I have never gone wrong with CHI town either. It's a tough choice. I definately prefer steak over chicken, FL over Cali, Talking rather than texting (old fashioned, I know, whatta' ya' gonna' do?) Khakis over jeans, Batman over superman...he's got all those sweet gadgets. Coyote always gets jipped from the road runner, and I just think that's a wee bit unfair. Can't he catch the road runner just once? After more than 25 years? Is that too much? Huh?