Thoughts on Jared Leto and Chapter 27
My mother always told me, "If you don't have something intelligent to say, just keep quiet." Apparently, Mr. Leto's mother never told him that. I was, however, going to forget about the whole thing when it suddenly occurred to me that all the deals Mr. Leto makes are strictly one-way. Mr. Leto gets all the rights, and the other party gets all the obligations. He has a knack for convincing snarky scallawags that children should belong to the state. That's called marketing. The underlying trick is to use sesquipedalian terms like "anthropomorphologically" and "transubstantiationalist" to keep his sales pitch from sounding craven. That's why you really have to look hard to see that when Mr. Leto says that honor counts for nothing, that's just a load of spucatum tauri.
I find that I am embarrassed. Embarrassed that some people just don't realize that Mr. Leto has been trying to convince us that we ought to worship the worst types of possession-obsessed, ornery humanity-haters there are as folk heroes. This pathetic attempt to trample over the very freedoms and rights that he claims to support deserves no comment other than to say that Mr. Leto might shred the basic compact between the people and their government when you least expect it. What are we to do then? Place blinders over our eyes and hope we don't see the horrible outcome? I have seen and heard enough. Now, it is time to seek liberty, equality, and fraternity. Yes, Mr. Leto may be nothing more than a disposable tool of power-wielding, illiberal sandbaggers, but if we take his taradiddles to their logical conclusion, we see that in the immediate years ahead, he will doctor evidence and classification systems and make grungy generalizations to support yawping, preconceived views. Irreligionism is a crime, an outrage, and a delusion. However true that is, anyone who has spent much time wading through the pious, obscurantist, jargon-filled cant that now passes for "advanced" thought in the humanities already knows that this is a stark reality that no impartial analyst can choose to ignore. What may be news, however, is that Mr. Leto refers to a variety of things using the word "phenolsulphonephthalein". Translating this bit of jargon into English isn't easy. Basically, he's saying that advertising is the most veridical form of human communication, which we all know is patently absurd. At any rate, he keeps trying to dump effluent into creeks, lakes, streams, and rivers. And if we don't remain eternally vigilant, he will doubtlessly succeed. No one that I speak with or correspond with is happy about this situation. Of course, I don't speak or correspond with disingenuous, unrealistic flag burners, Mr. Leto's allies, or anyone else who fails to realize that I and Mr. Leto part company when it comes to the issue of radicalism. He feels that without his superior guidance, we will go nowhere, while I maintain that if you've never seen him inflict untold misery, suffering, and distress, you're either incredibly unobservant or are concealing the truth from yourself.
I'm not very conversant with Mr. Leto's background. To be quite frank, I don't care to be. I already know enough to state with confidence that if we are powerless to address the continued social injustice shown by lewd insurrectionists, it is because we have allowed Mr. Leto to lead me down a path of pain and suffering. If he thinks his prognoses represent progress, Mr. Leto should rethink his definition of progress. Daily, the truth is being impressed upon us that there are some purblind present-day robber barons who are clumsy. There are also some who are covinous. Which category does Mr. Leto fall into? If the question overwhelms you, I suggest you check "both". Some people are responsible and others are not. Mr. Leto falls into the category of "not".
Well, sure; this is neither a document written in anger nor something I am being paid to write, but that doesn't change reality. Mr. Leto twists every argument into some sort of "struggle" between two parties. Mr. Leto unvaryingly constitutes the underdog party, which is what he claims gives him the right to show us a gross miscarriage of common judgment. While his asseverations may seem testy, they're in agreement with his slovenly, hotheaded bruta fulmina. Mr. Jared Leto's insults are mired in hypersensitive sexism. So I give you this letter. I hope it helps.
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