As you may have noticed, nothing has been actually posted to redunk for several months. While each author has his or her own excuses as to why, for the most part this started as one of those spur of the moment, “lets make a website with X as the topic! It’ll be for the awesome!” ideas.

As with 98.3% of said ideas, this one fluttered quite lively for sometime before drowning like a limbless cat in a swelling ocean. It’s not that it was a bad idea, it was a pretty kick-a idea in fact, its just that our attention spans are limited to about 140 characters.

Here’s what I’m trying to say: Redunk is not dead,  however, it is going to start taking a new direction. That is if I can discipline myself enough to consistently update it. There will still be the occasional rant, as well as something ridiculous that fits the redunk standard. What it will start focusing on though is film reviews. Don’t worry, they will keep the same format as the original redunk reviews, making sarcastic remarks and exaggerations of awesome. I’ll be slowly working on a rating system though, so if you’re an opinionated snob like me you’ll have something to measure a movies worth with.

Check back soon as I plan to start adding reviews almost immediately. Oh, and just so you know, these reviews will not all be new movies that are currently in theaters. They will consist of what I watch via Netflix, torrent… er, I mean “borrow from a friend” and what I actually own/purchase on DVD.

*torrent has been used for parody purposes only and is not a valid source for viewing films, so before the MPAA calls the dogs, understand that its a joke. I SAID IT WAS A JOKE! WHAT ARE YOU… HEY TAKE THIS BAG OFF MY HEAD! WHAT’S GOING… *thwack*

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I’m searching for love that doesn’t want to be found, yet it is considered profound by so many.
Because the saying love is dead is all in your head and that thought isn’t worth a penny.
Here’s something I never shared, and that’s that I’m scared of what I’m about to admit.
Because I hate to think that love has gone extinct and that I’ll live my life and never find it.

I met a young couple that claimed they knew what love is.

They had been married five years and even had a precious baby girl.
They appeared to be blissfully happy as their hands had the restraints of 16 year olds.
They began to list the qualities of love to demonstrate that they had it,
But the infidelity in her eyes proved otherwise.
Because while she told him she loved him, she was planning to leave him for another.
For he was oblivious to the affair that had been going on for years
And that his most precious possession that he held in his arms was not even his.
And I don’t think that’s what love is.
And I don’t think it ever was.
No matter what you tell me.

I met a middle aged couple that claimed they knew what love is.
They had been married 25 years and their kids had all moved out.
I admired their commitment to each other as they spoke of hard times.
They began to tell me stories of their love, but they proved to be only fairy tales,
Because the whisky on his breath and the bruises on her arms, told a different story.
He had tried to kick the habit for years, but always wound up kicking her.
She told him she would leave him and he told her that he loved her,
And he swore he would never do it again.
But 25 years later she wishes she would have hit the road instead of being hit by him.
And I don’t think that’s what love is.
And I don’t think it ever was.
No matter what you tell me.

I met an elderly couple that claimed they knew what love is.
They had been married for 50 years and their kids had families of their own.
I stood in awe at their accomplishment as they told stories of their children.
As we talked he continued to control the conversation like he had always controlled his wife.
He told me that love was hard work, and while he worked his whole life, she never did.
For she had always wanted to leave him, but getting work as a woman was hard back then and she had no experience.
Her husband never allowed her to work and she was a slave in her own home.
Society and her husband always told her that she was nothing more than a house wife,
And she was too afraid to call them a liar.
And I don’t think that’s what love is.
And I don’t think that it ever was.
No matter what you tell me.

I’m searching for love that doesn’t want to be found, yet it is considered profound by so many.
Because the saying love is dead is all in your head and that thought isn’t worth a penny.
Here’s something I never shared, and that’s that I’m scared of what I’m about to admit.
Because I hate to think that love has gone extinct and that I’ll live my life and never to find it.

For who am I?
Who am I,
To clothe the cold hearted?
To mend the broken spirited?
To give water to those thirsty for hope?
I am a messenger.

Sometimes I forget where I am.
I find myself distracted by the daily routine of life.
Going through the motions like a choreographed dance, unable to change the track.
My life is too busy, my time too important.
My $3 latte taste of trendy bliss and ignorance,
While others 3 mile walk, leads to dirty diluted water, with the bitter after-taste of oppression.
And while people die starving and distressed,
I sit comfortably on the couch of American liberty.
Unaware of the privilege I have and the suffering others were born into.

Sometimes I forget what I’m doing.
I find myself distracted by the thoughts that hijack my mind and float in the clouds.
I dream of flashing lights, under starry nights, while standing over velvet red carpet.
My dreams are sheltered with warmth, as I’m told that I can accomplish anything.
While others dreams are left cold and naked, unsheltered by the harsh rains of reality.
My skin is the color of privilege,
While others are shades of poverty, and racism.

Sometimes I forget who I am.
I find myself distracted by all of our society’s short comings.
Movies, music and the internet have become my holy trinity of distraction.
For I live a comfortable life of luxury,
And while I want the latest trend,
There are others that want nothing more than food on their plates and water in their glasses.
My stomach is full of empty knowledge as I speak of the hardships of others.
My words are like a knife being dulled by my actions,
And my life is not even a dripping faucet for the thirsty.

For who am I?
Who am I,
To clothe the cold hearted?
To mend the broken spirited?
To give water to those thirsty for hope?
I am a messenger.

This video was originally Tweeted by @t3rmin. Enjoy.

Edgar Mueller transforms a street into a beautiful, glacial pit. Large image after the jump.

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[Following is a part of a series of interviews I will conduct, basically just digging into random people that do awesome things.  I work a night shift, much like a vampire. However, I am not like a vampire in that I do NOT suck blood. However I do have the the metaphorical tendency to suck the life out of people.]

This is an interview of my good friend, Jonathon. He recently shifted positions from being a pastor of a small, local church to take on a infinitely larger role of being the Director of Global Outreach for the Jewish Voice, circumnavigating the globe and planting ministries and community outreaches to localized Jewish communities.

The video is cut and mashed due to the fact that I have a tendency to ramble, and even more so, the two of us usually stray from the topic at hand. I told him to show off two of his favorite things, explain in minimal detail of his job, and to tell the world how awesome I am because this was MY video and I can do what I want because I have selfish tendencies and want to hear words to affirm that awesomeness.

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A flag for a country often represents pieces of their history or values. Our flag for instance has its thirteen stripes representing the colonies and our rebellion against the crown onto independence. The stars represent the states and of course there is speculation as to the symbolism of the colors. 

We have changed the flag throughout our history numerous times. The last time it changed was at the adoption of Alaska and Hawaii as states in 1959 to 1960. I love our flag and of course it has come to represent more than it’s mere symbols as our history and national identity is attached to it. 

1) Notice the enlarged star area. This represents the growth of government into a overtly huge and overwhelming entity. Bigger than it ought to be.

2) The federal governments control and scope has increased hence the strings holding the states as a puppeteer.

3) The parties are corrupt (by corporate interests) and capital hence their butts are tied to the world bank and brands encompass them. They of course hold power over us.

4) China is represented of course due to our oddly intimate relationship with a communist regime that seems to never be checked or balanced. Our financial dependance has created a compromise and hypocrisy in our policies economically and politically. These Chinese stars also represents all the weird and apparently compromising relationships we have had throughout history for the sake of gain.

5) The stars are different colors and shapes as we have morally taken a very polarized and odd direction from each other. This also represents the soon becoming chief value of America = Tolerance (the silencing of all disagreement with moral direction and the rejection of any one moral compass).

6) The flags multi-color, shapes and strings takes on the appearance of a child’s mobil that might swing over their crib. This represents the markets (which run the country) attempts to infantilize and put to sleep “average” Americans (which = CONSUMERS). Keep a child-like mentality. This also represents the infantile mindset that comes on the citizens of welfare states. Personal responsibility slips away…

7) The stripes divided represent our disagreement over our history. Were the founding fathers godly or atheists? Were we founded on godly principles or not? Our division creates a re-reading of our constitution and leads to the continual erosion of its intent. It continues to be rewritten until it becomes a contradiction itself. This also represent the rewriting of our history that we are involved in (via the removal of monuments and writings).

8) Of course I will mention again the Department of Social Services logo whose growth represents our continued direction toward a more socialist state.Let me know your thoughts. Again I want to state I am in know way attempting to to be disrespectful to our current flag or speak harm upon it. I am using this illustration to provoke us to think about our national identity as we are. How do you see your nation? We use images and icons to represent ideals and call people to rally around them. Are the images we are using truthful? What have they come to represent?