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Memetics: Planes of Irony

     To truly understand esoteric memetics, one must grasp the different planes of irony and how they directly affect a meme's value.
    

meme (mēm)

• n.
  A unit of cultural information, such as a cultural practice or idea, that is transmitted verbally or by repeated action from one mind to another.

     The dictionary definition of meme is rather broad, but when speaking about memes in modern culture, especially when using adjectives such as "normie, dank, edgy, or wholesome," meme refers to any image that presents the viewer with an idea, concept, or satirical reference to something. Many modern memes have been essentially labeled propaganda by certain members of the left due to their nature of promoting ideas, but we will discuss that more as we progress in our 4chan series. If you want a quick example now, look no further than here.

propaganda (prŏpˌə-gănˈdə)

• n.
  The systematic propagation of a doctrine or cause or of information reflecting the views and interests of those advocating such a doctrine or cause.

     Most memes, however, in their purest form, are meant to give the viewer a good chuckle, or for the "dank memer," to turn something dark into an object of hilarity. To those who are unfamiliar with the side of silicon valley with free reigns, this comes as shocking, and even a thing of great concern, but this is simply not the case. As the world we live in appears to grow darker, a natural method of human coping has always been to relieve that heaviness. For the drunkard, drug, or sex addict, physical pleasure is their means of escape. Consequentially, these thinks when done out of moderation can cause great damage to the body. Finding a way to laugh at the irony, chance, and poetry of life not only gives us a healthy relief to our surroundings, but helps us view the situations with a little more light. 

     Let's face it: the world is a dark place. It should therefore come as no surprise that dark humor can be found in many online commons. Dark humor is much deeper, personal, and applicable than humor from something unrelated to whatever issues are prevalent, and likewise allows individuals to laugh about their deeper struggles and problems. One could argue that exposing the issues of the world in this nature spreads awareness of them and makes them easier to solve, because acknowledgement of an issue as an issue is the first major step towards fixing it. Recent studies have shown that dark humor is linked to higher intelligence. With the way black humor is being used to acknowledge issues, it logically follows that individuals who are more entertained by dark humor are also individuals who understand the issues presented in it clearly. For more information on these studies, you can click here.

So What Determines the Comedic Value of a Meme?

irony (īˈrə-nē, īˈər-)

• n.
  The use of words to express something different from and often opposite to their literal meaning.
• n.
  An expression or utterance marked by a deliberate contrast between apparent and intended meaning.
• n.
  A literary style employing such contrasts for humorous or rhetorical effect. 

     While this isn't an easy question to answer, we can generally measure irony to find how much enjoyment a meme will bring and how deep it goes. Understanding the planes of irony is key when it comes to understanding esoteric memetics today. As more and more people continue to dive into the world of memes, finding esoteric content becomes more and more difficult, and the lines between planes of irony can be easily blurred. The easiest way I feel to explain what the planes of irony are and how they work is by directly showing you through memes.

FIRST PLANE OF IRONY - "NORMIE"

     The very nature of memes makes them necessarily ironic in at least the most basic forms. (Realistic situation compared to a reaction to something that is not the realistic situation) Memes within the first plane of irony often spoonfeed the viewer the irony, and don't require any greater understanding to perceive the intended humor. These memes are often dubbed "normie" by those within the meme community because of their quantity and their use in the mainstream world. Originally, memes from the first plane were indentified easily by the signature "top text bottom text" format in impact font. Many first planers have begun to disguise these memes by using other formats, and so identifying first plane memes should not be considered a simple matter of format and font identity.

SECOND PLANE OF IRONY - NEWBIE

      The second plane of irony deals with two simaultaneous ironic events occuring at the same time. Often as easy as a well picked twitter screenshot, memes from the second plane of irony were originally and often still are referred to as "dank" by many. The viewer has to find for themselves the irony and humor within a second plane meme, but the irony is still to be found on a surface level. Memes from the second plane of irony swept the internet in 2015 and 2016 and have slowly become more mainstream as time has progressed. Memes from the second plane of irony are more likely to use dark humor than those of the first plane, but overall can still be thought of as fairly "wholesome."

THIRD PLANE OF IRONY - DANK

     In the third plane of Irony, memes begin to either combine or require further context to be grasped. The above meme, "Peter Parker Reading a Book," is a meme from the second plane of irony, but it also refers to the Priest unit in Age of Empires II and his iconic "Wololo" phrase he mutters when asked to perform a certain task. The Third plane will not hand the viewer the irony or humor, but the viewer must instead have knowledge from outside of the meme's provision to fully understand and appreciate its value. The ability to understand a third plane meme is like solving a puzzle or stumbling on buried treasure. The increased dopamine output from the brain that the cultured individual receives is what arguably makes the third plane the sweet spot in memes where 

FOURTH PLANE OF IRONY - WOKE

     The fourth plane, or the "self-aware plane," is where things start to get real funky. In plays, movies, or other forms of performance, breaking the fourth wall is when someone or something from within the performance becomes aware of the existence of the audience, and that they are in fact, within a performance. Fourth Plane memes are similar in this sense, but do not necessarily allude directly to leaving or interacting with that which is outside of the fourth wall. Instead, many of these memes (such as the one above) will simply take what would be considered normal within the meme or its format and rearrange, distort, remove, or add to it, creating an implied self-awareness. In my personal experience, fourth plane memes are quite uncommon, so if you see one, make sure you keep it somewhere safe from the coppers. 

FIFTH PLANE OF IRONY - ASCENDED

A meme self-aware of the self-aware meme it is built off of. A novel concept, yes? Reaching the fifth plane of irony is not at all an easy task. Very few memes in the present day have ever succeeded in reaching this level of irony. We can only hope that the future holds more of them. May the dubs be in your favor, fifth plane.

~~ GOING BEYOND THE FIFTH PLANE OF IRONY ~~

     While we are aware of the existence of planes beyond the fifth plane of irony, its a chaotic jungle frontier which few have ever been brave enough to traverse. I myself have never ascended beyond the fifth plane, but can only hope that I too may delve deeper into memetics and better understand the metaphysical. Rumors of the powers one gains when ascending further into the planes include, but are not limited to: the ability to summon karma at will, declaring meme jihad, and manifesting and creating meme magic. It is assumed that when one crosses over the ethereal plane, they gain the ability to manipulate time and space itself within multiverses dealing within the laws of subatomic particles.

     The final plane of irony is thought to be that which Keksandra resides in, and one in which only she is able to comprehend. Even after years of extensive research, no human being has been able to tap into the ironic field after passing through the ethereal plane. Browman et al. [2016] estimates that the level of memeing that Keksandra is separated by "anywhere between six and eight further undiscovered levels of memeing. Many other papers have theorized where Keksandra's meme level exists, but none of them have concrete evidence to support the theories. Bao and Wang [2016] theorized that Keksandra's level of memery taps into quantum loop gravity in specific universes within the mutiverses found in subatomic particles. 

     It is estimated that the first contact with Keksandra's meme levels is set to occur between the years 2340 and 2360 AD, should instruments that are capable of penetrating multiverses within subatomic particles be available anywhere between the present and the cutoff year of 2300. Work into accessing the next dimension of memes is ongoing and the barrier separating the current deepest level and the next level is said to be close. 

Some leaders in the field of memetics that are known to have excelled beyond the fifth plane in more modern times include celebrities like Nicola Tesla, Donald J Trump, and Rick Sanchez. While most of these men's secrets are kept hidden away from the public, their works are reflected in the current metaphysical timeline, which shows us that they are/were indeed ascended beyond the fifth plane.

      

     Keep meming and keep trying to understand memetics. Maybe someday you too will be a leader in meme studies. Sometime, hopefully in the near future, we will publish more articles on this blogg about Meme Magic and other metaphysical aspects that tie into memetics. Until then, Shadilay, my brethren. 

Browman, R., FIelds, K., & Sherman, F. (2016). Estimation of the location of Keksandra's level of ironic internet culture. Quantum Memeing Weekly, 54(14):746-755

Bao, X., & Wang, C. (2016). Theoretical powers of Keksandra's memes: An insight into Keksandra and her untapped memeing ability. Subatomic Memeology. 228(37):1898-1914

THE BLACK PILL

     This article, originally found on the radix journal blog at www.radixjournal.com/journal/2015/10/6/the-black-pill has become inaccessible. Since I believe this article to hold  value, it has been respectfully copied and pasted here for others to view. All credits to this post are to be given to the originally writer at the link above.



THE BLACK PILL

     Traditionally there are two pills—the Red Pill and the Blue one. The Blue one means you stay in the “matrix” of conventional opinion and delusion, you stay comfortable and warm, and you no longer concern yourself with the bigger picture or the long-term future. That has all been taken care of for you. The Blue Pill represents a kind of infantilism.

     The Red Pill represents a rejection of all that, and an awakening to the underlying realities. It is the pill people take just before they become race realists, neo-reactionaries, anti-democrats, alt-righters, identitarians, etc. Far from being sugar-coated, it is laced with the bitter taste of total cynicism about all the myths that have been pimped at us 24/7. But ultimately, it is not a negative pill but a positive and even progressive one.

     But there is a third pill, the Black Pill, the pill of pure egoism, nihilism, and destruction. It is a pill that leads to suicide, death, and decontextualized violence, and it is increasingly a popular resort in the present age, whether taken by the cannon fodder of ISIS, currently being bombed by the Russian air force, or the likes of Chris Harper Mercer, the latest spree shooter at the college in Umpqua Oregon, who, we are learning may well have been “influenced” by Islam.


PILLS

     All three pills, and those who take them, implicitly represent inferior states conjoined with an aspiration of superiority. In this sense, they have a dialectical aspect.

     As the most passive, the Blue Piller is the most inferior, but then the very delusions that pacify and manipulate him also allow him to think well of himself, even to have a sense of superiority. He may well be an upstanding member of society and believe that the world is run in his best interests. He may even believe that his type is hegemonic, even as his ears are being filled with the music of the slaughterhouse to which history is leading him and his ilk. The epitome of the Blue Piller is the “cuckservative,” although liberals, too, are popping much of the same.

     Unlike the Blue Piller, the Red Piller knows that he is not in charge. He knows the dice are loaded, the cards stacked against him, etc. He knows the world is controlled by others with interests disparate from his own. This is his inferiority, but it is an inferiority he recognizes in order to overcome and achieve superiority. He looks the negative aspects of reality squarely in the eye and fights back. The Red Piller is ultimately a positivist and an optimist. Even if he fails in his ultimate goals, he knows that he will, at least, earn himself an honorable death. On the individual level, there is nothing greater to be hoped for. It is only on the collective level that victory counts.

     The Blue and Red Pills have a kind of complementary nature: the trajectory of the Blue Pill is from illusory superiority to actual inferiority, that of the Red Pill from false inferiority to true superiority.

     The Black Pill is the least dialectical of the three. It leads from actual inferiority back to actual inferiority. It is nihilism, but nihilism made flesh calls forth absolute egoism, a sense of the self detached from wider contexts and responsibilities—it is this that makes it evil and murderous.

     The inferior person can either accept context and therefore inferiority, or fight it. The Blue Piller rejects his future inferiority by retreating backwards into illusion. The Red Piller rejects his present lack of superiority by marching forward through positive consciousness and action to redress the situation. The Black Piller, however, chooses neither the palliatives of illusion nor the challenge of positive action. He stares into the abyss—passively because his actions will never be capable of changing it—and, as Nietzsche so pertinently observed, the abyss stares back.

PALLIATIVES

     Earlier societies may have lacked the knowledge and data of the present age, but they were, nevertheless, much wiser than our own, especially in dealing with the problems now manifested in the Black Pill.

     With our three pills, what we are essentially dealing with are three types of people—true alphas, false alphas, and betas, the most numerous category. These types have always existed and for various reasons. The first performs creative action (true civilization), the second illusion (false civilization ＝ decadence), and the third negativity, either as passivity (obedience) or nihilism (“ultra violence”).

     These types, as they derive from human biology, have obvious sexual aspects. Past European societies recognized the violent and revolutionary potential of the betas, and successful societies found ways to mitigate this, the most important being monogamous societies, in which the females were distributed fairly equally, though never completely so. Christian and other monogamous societies, like those of the Orient, were thus able to fix the negativity inherent in the beta male. Islam was much less successful, thus accounting for its rapid decline after its fluke rise in the seventh century.

     Modern Western societies have broken this healthy pattern of the past with disastrous results, and the results would be even more disastrous if we did not now possess palliatives like drugs, TV, computer games, and porn. This is why recently there has been so much concern over slow Internet for Europe’s recent influx of betas.

     Without a society, like the traditional Christian one that finds a way to balance the deficiencies of the beta male with the “sexual welfarism” of the patriarchal society, the truly inferior person has only three choices: passivity, illusion, or evil. As he is truly inferior, any struggle can only result in nihilism instead of victory. But in the muddled modern West, and the disrupted and overcrowded Middle East, this is increasingly what is happening. Nihilism is spreading, both in the guise of the American spree killer and the pawns of organizations like ISIS.

POISONS

     The spree killer rejects the Blue Pill of illusion. He knows that no matter how many POV videos he watches on the porn channel, it is really someone else’s dick, and that by watching it, he is practically sucking on it. He also knows that whatever efforts he makes, he cannot escape his beta essence. There is no more eloquent exposition of this than the video made by “Egg Man,” one of the early rumoured suspects in the Umpqua College shooting.

     He may console himself with the thought that he might meet the right girl . . . one with conveniently low horizons to match his own. It is still possible, even in a society like ours, which is increasingly dedicated to blowing smoke up the collective female arse and raising their expectations for male to unrealizable levels. But he also knows that he might instead become just another beta cuck, a facilitator of feminine frustration, manifested in hatred and bile, divorce and alimony—a polite term for semi-slavery imposed exclusively on the male.

     The nihilistic beta, shorn of his illusions, alienated by society, becomes, once again, the essence of ancient barbarism.

This is an act we see played out, again and again, with every spree killer case. The media screeches about the evil of guns, the evil of madness, or the evil of evil itself. Drugs or computer games might get a mention . . . but there are commercial interests to consider. If some nefarious ideologies are uncovered on the killer’s bookshelf or hard drive, whether it be the White Nationalism of Dylan Roof, the manosphere affectations of Elliot Rodgers, or even—possibly—the Islamism of Mercer, then these might enter the narrative. But all these ideologies are bunkum compared to the central fact of the free-floating radical beta expressing his ultimate nihilism.
"Take the Blackpill" by First Last

     Just as almost all spree killers are essentially socially alienated beta males, so on the greater stage of the Middle East, ISIS is a kind of beta collective. On an individual level, there will inevitably be alpha males amongst its ranks, but man is never just an individual but a creature that lives through his Männerbund, tribe or race.

     The core group of ISIS, the Sunni Arabs of Iraq and Syria, are the downtrodden betas of the Middle East. In Iraq, they were once alphas, in Syria they were, for a while, simply passive. But, in a world flushed with the lie of democracy—the be-all-you-can-be illusion of self-help books writ large on the historical landscape—they are no longer willing or able to accept this path. They have been damned by the Arab Spring.

     As a group, they appear to lack the ability to take the Red Pill of positive nationalism, and their situation is not comfortable enough for the Blue Pilling so common in the West. That particular Pill requires an arduous and sometime expensive trip through the Balkans to Northern Europe. Their only choice therefore is to take the Black Pill, the pill of nihilistic egoism, pointless struggle, suicide and death. And while individual spree killers, like Chris Mercer, come and go, the same cannot be said for populations.

There is No King of Macarithia

There is no king of Macarithia

Nor will there ever be

From the ever spanning mountains

To the cliffs near the sea.

Macarithia rules herself unabatedly

From any mortal fool or soul

Though many have come and gone from her

Wearing a crown in a kingly role.

Men have tried and men have failed

To break the prophecy the Shamans told

No matter their strength or skill or valor

Or wealth in treasures, silver or gold.

There is no king of Macarithia

Says not the royal family

"We've rule her long and ruled her well

With Kings like Berk and Laurence and Bramley"

The beasts and creatures find within the wood

Are fierce in an enchanted way

Beasts not to be tamed or trusted

And much safer just to stay away

The Cedars live with the knowledge and secrets

Of the curses and the lore

Hiding below them the caves and tunnels

And a peculiar unopening door.

There is no king of Macarithia
as all did see at the end of days
For the Living forests have always been keen
eager to plot in mysterious ways.
Any man that remains from that land will tell you
The forest can take and the forest can give
Though none can explain her befuddling behavior
For there are secrets where fairies don't live.
May this ode survive time in honour of the king
Who we knew wasn't king  all along
May it stand as a lesson for those of the future
Until my phoenix sings her final song.

A Though Provoking IG Caption in TNR (8/28/17)

• tbh idk that nihilism can be overcome by anything except pure ignorance. in other words, people don't realize life is meaningless until they think about it. that being said, notice that violence is higher among the uneducated. one might then conclude that, no matter the education, humans are prone to violence, and if they avoid violence, they are prone to philosophical thinking, which can easily lead to the conclusion that life is meaningless. therefore, humans descend to nihilism from education and ignorance, and the only way to prevent someone from becoming a nihilist is to keep them occupied with other things. busy people probably don't have time to question whether or not life is worth it. 
  it is remarkable that ppl can find intrinsic meaning in life (excepting those who have unwavering belief in an afterlife) that stands up to intellectual scrutiny. in a way, one must truly be full of bs or completely stupid to find philosophical, secular justification for valuing life. obviously i don't intend on going into my personal arguments for that on a wee ig post, but if one thinks about it hard enough, any lad or lass will likely reach the conclusion that life, by itself, is utterly meaningless.
• ok, so let's say that value can be found internally, through self. if so, then when you decide that life no longer has meaning, then it loses meaning. & since you cannot give meaning to others, they are (from your perspective) meaningless. which means that to like 7 bil other people you are meaningless (which doesn't really mean anything bc u give urself meaning), which means, collectively, humanity is meaningless. if no one is capable of giving each other value, humanity alone is meaningless (in a humanist context). and if the whole is worthless, then one part of the whole must also be worthless. therefore, self worth must be an illusion . obviously, there are flaws in this argument. pls pick em out so i can make it better. rn im just bsing my way through it

End of Chapel

He scornfully observes the children spilling out of the chapel. From his lofty vantage point, he can view their subconscious group movements. Unbound by hastily made contracts with traditionalist academic institutions, he does not have to attend chapel.

The library offers feelings of knowledge and grandeur: safety through silence. It also offers floor to ceiling windows and a temporary aura of superiority over his seniors.

He shifts uncomfortably, knowing that within minutes of chapel dismissal, dozens of kids will pour into the library to study, research, and perform other eternally meaningless tasks.

His misgivings are validated: an overweight incel chooses to sit down with only one desk between them. Out of the nine or so desks he could have chosen, this scrub elects to plop his genetically poor, anglo-saxon, disease prone body one desk away. Female dog please.

Understanding Art: An Acceptance of Ignorance

One major key to understanding art is artistic self awareness. Good art should always be self aware, however, it should never reveal the artist’s true thoughts. There will always be another layer of irony, and the respectable connoisseur will understand that they will never truly comprehend the intended depth of the art they are striving to appreciate. Obviously this is all the opinion of the author, and therefore, as the potential appréciateur of this art, the reader must decide whether they agree with the author or not. and if you agree with my literal words, do you accept that you and I could be in vast disagreement, even though, in word, we do agree?

Work SUCCcess Stories: Part 1

> Be me.
> Get an angry call from a woman.
> She says the copier has been broken for days.
> I've been ignoring her emails all week because I've been playing Minecraft on my Nintendo Switch.

> I tell her I called it in to Xerox.
> (I didn't.)
> I sneak my way over to her office.
> The plan is to impersonate the Xerox guy I told her I called because she only knows my voice; she > doesn't have a clue what I look like.
> As I'm walking in, someone else from her office catches me.
> "Hey Xerox guy!" he says.
>  I don't lie, I just say "I'm here to fix the copier."
> I honestly think the thing is going to be completely screwed. I'm going to get caught and chewed out for waiting so long.
> I walk behind the machine to see that it is unplugged.
> I plug the copier in.
> The office becomes very excited.
> I get a call from the lady apologizing for being harsh and she blames the Xerox guy for being late.

All according to plan

The Legendary Story of How My Great Uncle Foy Payne Lost His Testes in 'Nam

      My great uncle Foy Payne fought back in 'Nam.  A green beret and a dedicated soldier, Foy fought like hell and killed many of those danged Vietnamese before Nixon pulled 'em out. He never had any of his own biological kids, bless his soul, all because of one legendary but tragic incident which ended up forcing him to lose his testes.The story goes something like this.
      Back in 'Nam, Foy did many dangerous parachuting combat missions to get over enemy territory. One day, Foy went out on a parachuting mission with his squadron to go right into the thick of the opposing Vietnamese forces. Foy was slightly nervous; after all, this could be his last mission if things didn't go well. But Foy was no green thumb, and he was ready to give those Vietnamese hell if he was gonna die. Foy buckled up his parachute, got in his plane, and prepared for takeoff with the rest of his squadron. Soon all of the squadron fighters were in the air. Foy's plane flew right over enemy lines. Guns a-blazin', Foy's pilot maneuvered the plane to a spot in the jungle where the Vietnamese hadn't set up any camps or bases. Foy said his prayers and jumped out of the plane, released his parachute, and started floating down. Unfortunately, he slightly missed the clearing he was aiming for and he came right smack down onto a limb high up in a tree. Foy was immediately hit by searing pain from his groin area; he looked down and saw blood. It turns out Foy had landed on the branch in such a way that he had partly torn his pants and his balls off. "God damn this cursed country!" screamed Foy. The pain was unbearable. Foy soon passed out. Days later, Foy woke up to find the medic was forced to remove his testes after he was luckily found by a fellow soldier in the tree hours later. The time Foy had spent in the tree made him lose a lot of blood, and he was forced to stay in the camp for a few weeks to recover. When he finally got back out onto the battlefield, Foy went as a combat soldier: he was done parachuting for good. Now Foy fought even more fiercely than before; he was more moved to give fighting his all. Now Foy fought for his country- and for the sake of his poor old testes that he lost in that jungle.

Marxian Principles Governing Meme Economies

Our lad, Karl Marx, once asserted that the the ruling class, or bourgeoisie, maintained their power through the ownership and manipulation of the means of production.

While this might not be the case in real world economics (e.g.: Weber claims that social classes are determined by consumption patterns, rather than production), this Marxian principle surely applies to the greater meme economy. 

The truly powerful Meming Bourgeoisie is strictly confined to three types of individuals:

1. Those who accrue rare, esoteric memes to distribute to a large, less-enlightened audience
2. Those who make original memes
3. Those who remix the original memes of others to improve and mass produce them

The majority of power wielded by Memers lies within those three super-classes. 

One might be tempted to argue that, those who make original memes are the highest class; however, this is simply not the case. Those who make memes, while powerful and sacred, are usually not the same ones in the absolute seat of power. Many meme makers do not have the ability or means to effectively distribute their memes to the hungry populous. Therefore, it is the ones who distribute the memes to the masses who hold the true power. 

Autism: Genetic or an STD?

One of the most prominent disorders affecting our society today is autism. According to a quick search on the Interwebs, there are over 200,000 cases of autism diagnosed each year, and those are only the detected cases. As many people also know, autism is a genetic disorder. However, I am here to propose a new theory. What if autism is also a STD?

     Consider the following. As one can tell by looking into meme culture, more specifically, dank and /pol/ culture, autism is a frequent topic of discussion. Autism is memed regularly. In addition, people joke about each other being autistic based on certain behaviors even if they have not been diagnosed. Are all of these memes and jokes really just that? Or is there a subtext beneath the surface statements? Upon further investigation, my research has made me come to the conclusion that autism is a STD. Over the past 20 years, the increase in gay population has increased. And so has -you guessed it- autism. Could these two occurrences be linked?

Figure 1: Increase in "The Gay"                                  Figure 2: Increase in Autism

                                         

Figure 3: Autism being Sexually Transmitted

     Here we see a rare image of autism being sexually transmitted by promiscuous liberals. This image came at the cost of many Kekist lives. The liberal cucks fought hard to keep this image a secret, but, now that the cat (or in this case, dog,) is out of the bag, the truth WILL be revealed. 

In this picture, we can see evidence of autism among the liberal cucks. Clearly the image is that of a Micro$oft Word document, but the autistic liberal cucks are too pathetic to realize this. 

And finally, one more truth bomb shall have its fuse lit. Autism CAN BE TRANSMITTED BY CHEMICALS IN THE WATER! As Alex Jones has already proven, chemicals in the water are "turning the freaking frogs gay." It would appear that the chemicals liberal cucks are putting in the water not only will make you and your pet frog gay, they will also make you AUTISTIC! This is an outrage. 

To add insult to injury, George Bush is aware of this! He even wore protective clothing to protective him from autism and the gay when going on water rides. Clearly liberal cucks have beaten rhinos into submission and have threatened them into silence. Deus Vult, my Kekist friends! We must reclaim our land from the liberal cucks and stop the autism and chemicals in out water! (Propur Water Filters was not in any way affiliated with the production of this article.)

Rembrandt

Ah, Vietnam, you unforgiving mistress, you cruel mother.

Months I lingered in your putrid belly, killing the best of your sons, and dining with your many lovers. You weren’t betrayed with a kiss, but instead were ravaged by disease. You brought forth destruction on the children of your fertile womb.

Did you know that French charm would only last so a few years, or were you surprised when the benevolent West turned on you?

I wasn’t surprised. I’m not surprised by anything anymore. I had no expectations going in, and even fewer coming out. At the time I left you, the monkey on my back was slowly pulling my brains out through my ears, and I had no mind to deal with your paradoxical embrace.

Coming out of ‘Nam, personal appearances were not a part of my thinking. Women were women, men were men. Black was black, and white was white.

In ‘74 I got a girl. She wasn’t much to look at, but she had a hell of a personality, and enjoyed IPAs almost as much as your’s truly. She could handle my irate state, or at least she did for the two months we were together. She left in a fit of passion, and took the last bottle of Merlot from the cabinet. If we had any more Elijah Craig, she’d’ve taken that, too.

I didn’t miss her, but I missed the nights, and I missed her complaining, and her subpar cooking. I decided I needed to make myself more attractive to the people with the breasts. Therefore, on the day Nodar died, I went in and got my hair cut to above my ears. I hadn’t gotten it shorn so short since boot camp, and my newfound cleanliness let me feel good about life. I left the barber shop and headed down to North Ave beach, to get a little sun. Disappointment struck me down again, the same way it did everyday since Ấp Bắc. Turns out, Lake Michigan doesn’t have nearly the same tanning power as the glorious flash of an M-121. To see that majestic sliver of splendor fall neatly from the bottom of a distant plane, to watch it disappear behind the trees, and to be nearly scorched by that warm, bright splash of color and heat. Nothing compares to it. It’s like comparing and Rockwell to a Rembrandt, Rembrandt being the bombs.

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