So all these guys got together in 1848 and, you know, said stuff. This happens all the time, really. You know. People saying stuff. I was eighteen months old when people started saying stuff and by this age I pretty much knew how to count to three and sometimes I could even pronounce my name correctly.
So, yeah, I admit I was still living with my mom. I know, I know, bumming around, need to get my life together, I've heard it all. I would have moved out if it wasn't for February 21, 1848 when some dude named Karl Marx got together with the equally sadistic Friedrich Engels and they were all, "Communism!" and that was pretty much the end of my good times because Mom thought this was to be taken into our every day lives right away.
It was awful.
And as awful as it was, the only good thing I can say about it is that at least she wasn't being all Fascist like that Stalin guy over in Russia who was like "Gimme all yo stuff because mine now" it was more like the government being all, "Gimme all yo stuff and I might share some."
I would have fought harder against her new ways, except she'd always be like, "Hannah, do you want to go to your crib?" and well... no, I didn't. I did not like my crib/the public bed... I'm cringing just thinking about this.
I think my woes are best described through my showing you. Here's what you need to know:
Karl Marx is a jerk who ruined my life
Theater became the Manifesto, so I am therefore showing you manifestations of manifestis. Now a word.
Mom might have been less crazy if we weren't poor and she didn't think she'd actually gain more than she lost.
Behold: the ten main points of The Communist Manifesto and how Mom used these to RUIN MY WHOLE LIFE. Done purely via snapchats. :D
Also, I'm a little older now, but I got some good clippin's of her craziness.
https://www.wevideo.com/view/628240738
WeVideo: Like youtube, but different because it's not like youtube at all.
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