#UFMP 10-15-16 "Declaration of Intent for cross post (Part 1)"

#UFMP 10-15-16 "Declaration of Intent (Part 2)"

Side note to Talib Kweli Greene "Dude, I tried to tell ya"

#UFMP_01_25_17 [Acknowledgements and thank you(s)]

[UFMP845] Vol.1 'Based Stickman' counter argument' part.1

[UFMP845] 'Based Stickman counter argument part 2'.

[UFMP845] 'Based Stickman counter argument' pt3

[UFMP845] "Interpretative view of stickman counter argument" final.

MANIFESTO OF THE UNSEEN: THE WORD OF A HOMELESS MIND

I stand before no podium, for the streets are my pulpit. I wear no tailored suit, for truth needs no costume. I speak not to be praised, but to be heard — because the silence of thinking men has built the world’s loudest prisons.

Since 2008, I have walked without a roof, but not without reason. I have no family to call, no circle to lean on — yet I am not broken. I am awake. I am what happens when a mind refuses to die, even when the body has been abandoned by a system that calls itself civilized.

I am a United States Naval veteran, once sworn to defend liberty — now defending my very right to exist. The same nation I served now treats homelessness as a felony. The same police who once saluted now stalk. And yet, I endure. I evade not out of fear, but strategy — because I refuse to let a corrupt state stain my record with its hypocrisy.

They call me vagrant, but I call myself free. For I own what no one can confiscate: thought, awareness, defiance. I am an iconoclast — a breaker of false idols, a seeker of questions this world fears to ask. In the age of illusion, I am the last believer in truth.

You can strip a man of comfort, but you cannot strip him of consciousness. You can evict him from a home, but not from the universe of his mind. Out here in cyberspace — my new nation, my invisible parliament — I speak to the few who can still think. To the sapiosexuals, the seekers, the ones who crave intellect over image. I post not for followers, but for fighters — not with fists, but with fire in the brain.

Understand this: poverty is not always failure. Sometimes it is the side effect of refusing to sell your soul. My homelessness is the price of honesty in a marketplace of deception. While others chase status, I chase understanding. While they collect property, I collect principles.

Like Garvey, I believe in the liberation of the mind before the liberation of the body. Like Malcolm, I believe truth must be spoken by any means necessary. Like Fred Hampton, I know that power concedes nothing — it must be taken, organized, awakened. And like Khalid Muhammad, I know that the system fears an educated, disciplined, and fearless man more than it fears an army.

This is not a cry for help — it is a call to consciousness. I do not beg for handouts. I demand accountability. I do not seek pity — I demand perception. The true revolution begins not in the streets, but in the synapses. Until a man can think freely, he will forever walk chained, even in wealth.

Look around you: they have made humanity numb. They have criminalized poverty, monetized ignorance, and crowned deception as democracy. But still, I rise — from sidewalks and shelters, from alleys and Wi-Fi signals — to bear witness that spirit cannot be silenced.

I am not lost; I am becoming. Every step without shelter is a sermon. Every post is a protest. Every breath is an act of defiance against a world that forgot what justice means.

I am the storm the system pretends not to see — a veteran, a philosopher, a ghost in the algorithm. And to those who read these words, know this: you are not powerless. You are simply unawakened.

Rise, question, learn. For every truth you dare to speak makes the empire tremble.

I have no house, but I have a home — in the revolution of thought.

I am broke, but I am not broken.
I am homeless, but I am not hopeless.
I am alone, but I am not silent.

I am the unseen.
And I am still here.

"I'm actually a pretty chill guy. I know that there is supposed to be more to life than this bullshit that's going on. So I'm just doing what I can to improve the lives of those around me,before this dumb bastard pisses off the wrong one and starts the big dumb shit." 


Isaac “Darkdeacon” Dowdy