A Homeschool Manifesto from the archives

A SEEMINGLY POETIC

Manifesto

how do you spell that again? i forgot… -Wyatt

SPELL WHAT? - love, isaac

Sometimes i write poems

behold i am not below ‘em

i spit rhymes so hot

burn you worse than a tater tot

that’s right, my rhymes are delicious

you can’t spit it you’re too plush

that almost rhymed

less words and i would’ve mimed

this is the theory of rap

spit cuss and tap

words that make a story ya?

that a secondary euphoria

-love CJ

Cigarettes will kill your tongue

and scar your lungs

But other things can blow your mind

like curtis rhyme

-love D’Souza

I was quoting a poem the other day

about how everything is okay

if you’re okay with yourself in every way

you know what you do must be true

you know that what you want is blue

but if you don’t know what you want I can’t help you

^^^not written by us

^^^that’s a reference to a racist organization. RACIST #KKK

~~~~THESIS STATEMENT FOR MANIFESTO: LIFE IS TOUGH. GET OVER IT, MAN.~~~~

The Following muggs Contributed To This Beautiful Manifesto, Which Has Not Yet Started:

• Wyatt Will
• Curtis “CJ” Howland
• Top Kek
• Priest of Kek
• Chester the Molester

PART II

Life is tough. Life is tough for most people. Some people have it easy, but most of us ain’t in that group. In fact, life is so tough, this part of the essay is called part II, even though there was never a part I. Sad, I know. :(

PART III

There is no part IV.

PART V

Almost everyone agrees with part II of the manifesto, unless they have an easy life. However, nobody can really do anything about their lot in life. Unless they’re choosing to live a hard life.

Example of someone trying to live a hard life:

Jim was a man. Until he cut off his testicles. Then he was just kind of there. #stupidity #prochoice #balls #orlackthereof

PART VI

This is a short story about a walrus. Walrus was a walrus. He lived the the cold, forgotten north. Every summer tons of vodka invigorated Russians went up north to get them some walrus meat. Walrus had to hide from them. One day, Walrus saw some fat Russians eating fried chicken on the beach. He wanted fried chicken very much. He waddled up onto the beach to where they were sitting. They were so drunk they did not see him until he was diving into the waves with a tub of golden crispy fried chicken. crack! crack! went the shotguns. rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat! went the machine guns. Ygorvski Vladhazovitch! went the Russians. plop went Walrus. Walrus’s bullet studded carcass floated lifelessly to the surface. One particularly intoxicated Russian lept into the frigid Arctic ocean to retrieve the tub of soggy chicken. That was the end of the line for Walrus.

PART VII

(In reference to PART VI) What does the story of Walrus have to do with this manifesto? Nothing. It was included to poke fun at Russians. Nothing more; nothing less. Are all Russians like the ones depicted in PART VI? Yes. This manifesto contains nothing but the truth. Not even sarcasm. **** sarcasm. Who uses sarcasm anyway? Russians. Like how the author brought the topics of Russians and sarcasm together? Only Russians use sarcasm. #repetioniskey

PART IIX (or VIII)

You might be wondering where all this random stuff is going.

Keep on wondering. Not even the authors know.

PART IX

(In reference to PART V) You should be able to feel good music in your [this portion has been removed for various reasons]. If you have none; that’s unfortunate. Sexist.

PART X

Spend most of your time with the beautiful people. Become like them. Then go back to the ugly people, where you can be a leader. Also, beautiful people tend to stick together, so if you make friends with one, you’ll be friends with all. It also helps to be a beautiful person in the first place. A small group of beautiful people gets more stuff than a huge group of ugly people.

Then there is the middle ground. These people are neither beautiful nor ugly. Most people fit in this category. It is not a bad place, but it is pretty boring.

PART XI

Wow to part IX. That is a pretty weird part. A basic synopsis of this manifesto so far is that it is weird. For more information on this, please read part VIII or IIX. Also wow to part V, that little feller hits hard early on!!

PART XII

This part (PART XII) concludes the part part of the manifesto. The parts were an attempt to impart knowledge, however they departed from their original path by discussing some weird random stuff. Thank you.

Inferno

Huey grew up in Booklyn. He had lived there his entire life there, and so he died there. Huey got married and had two sons. He worked at a hot dog factory with Tupac/Ghandi in an oppressed neighborhood. One day, Huey said,

"It's time to fight back!" Two shots in the dark-- Huey's dead. You see, the old way wasn't working. Huey lived on, however, reborn in his two sons.

La Reincarnacion

First off, if u dont like comic sans, gtfo. We only like real leftists  

2. If ur not a Trotskyite also gtfo. Ur not a real leftist

3. We only like Che Guevara bc he spilled the blood of capitolast pigs and had good hair

                                      

Three Lessons from "Everyman"

Lessons from Everyman

      Everyman, an English work of writing with no known author, is a tale about the hour of death. On the brink of death, Everyman has three friends: Good-deeds, Fellowship, and Kindred. He is later lead to Knowledge and Confession who give him the wisdom he needs to finally pass away. There are many lessons that can be learned from Everyman, some of which are the following.
      Firstly, Everyman teaches that death comes to everyone, and is not expected. In the story, Death comes to Everyman when he least expects it and without any warning for preparation. Everyman even tries to reason with Death for more time, but to no avail. Because of Death's untimeliness, Everyman is left fearful and hurried. Knowing the nature of death, we should always live our lives as though it is our last day.

      Everyman also teaches that earthly possessions are only temporary and do us no good afterwards. As the story progresses, Everyman finds that the only friend that can help him in God's judgement is Good-deeds. Though good deeds alone obviously do not get us into heaven (only repentance of our sins to Jesus Christ can do that), the moral still stands. As Good-deeds puts it,

“All earthly thing is but vanity, Beauty, Strength, and Discretion, do man forsake, Foolish friends and kinsmen, that fair spake, All fleeth save Good-deeds, and that am I.”

      Lastly, Everyman shows us that we should seek forgiveness and repent of our sins. After Conversing with Knowledge and Good-deeds, Everyman does eventually come to repent, allowing Good-deeds to help him. At the end of the story, the doctor speaks, telling how all of Everyman's friends (Beauty, Five-wits, Strength, and Discretion) have abandoned him, but Good-deeds went with him. After death, it is too late for us to “make amends” and repent. We must decide while we are here on earth to make the change in our lives and repent of our sins.

      Everyman is definitely a religious story, as its morals follow many Christian ideas. It would be safe to assume that there is a Catholic background to it as well, considering the different aspects of Good-deeds and also Knowledge who speaks of Everyman suffering for his repentance. Altogether, Everyman is a very well put together story with excellent personification and poetry. 

Scorched Earth

"Oh, Kek, aide us in our time of need,

For the age of Pepe is nigh,

and Kek has rained his blessings on his lowly servants"

It is with this simple prayer that I embark onto the battle field. Twitter is hell, and I am a sinner straight from purgatory.
 Have you ever been gang-raped by a raging throng of social justice warriors? I have. I tried to fight, but evidently it was not Kek's will that I emerge unscathed.
 I use my experience from that tragic incident to teach rookie memers how to survive the rigors of the meme war.
 Technically, the war is over, but scattered pockets of miscreants remain. This remnant must be crushed into the dust like a lemon rind under the wheel of a large bicycle. One heroic, redpilled lad cannot fight them alone; they will swallow him.

Call thy comrades, for the battle is not yet won.