Dropping the name of a famous Ivy League university is supposed to be a powerful calling card, and for the Japanese, the importance of the almighty meishi cannot be understated.

Having only heard about what are known as the ‘Ivy League,’ the filters surrounding these institutions were to be observed with some kind of reverence, and the output of such institutions is for the good of all humanity.

Thus, a Harvardtard graduate, hailing from the crumbling city of Detroit, Michigan, chose to jump into a commercial conversation with his Ivy League credentials, which represented his entire life’s narrated story.

It is not what you know, but who you know; an open secret to piles of dough—consider it a well-established protocol in what used to be hallowed halls, now reduced to stupifaction indoctrination centers, the lowest of the low.

This Harvardtard bro, also the leader of a quirky group of business people who named themselves ‘fruits in suits,’ happened to be connected to the world of telomeres in the grand city of New York.

Instantaneously, the molecule trader instincts kicked in, quickly developing curiosity about these emerging health and welfare technological trends, along with the desire to be a catalyst for the continuing health and longevity of a vibrant neo-community of Japanese.

The first meeting was a wash, as Harvardtard bro was mixed up over and over again, unable to read time or the schedule on a calendar—three changes, and then you are out, and this is where the story continues, soon to end.

The final failure of this fatally flawed project was the absence of mind and missing the all-important meeting with the powers that be overseas, who were holding the keys to the telomeres scene.

This concludes the tale of the Harvardtard bro, who called himself ‘a fruit in a suit,’ to fade away, never to be seen again.

The second grave disappointment and new fly in Harvard’s ointment was the failure to understand that all who aspire to reach much higher are standing on the shoulders of giants, or so Sir Isaac has opined.

We must be reverent of those who went before and made modern life extraordinary, to reflect and build upon ideas that have stood the test of time—this does not include this particular institution’s president, who is also a red-handed plagiarist, for which Harvard has received serious black eyes.

The last act in this egregious, shameful Harvardtard theater is the malady of stagnation and politicization of such a highly regarded academic institution—an utterly unforgivable protocol that couches itself as a center of ‘higher learning with a moral code.’

The magnitude of Harvard’s failure ignited a discussion about the intentional suppression of intellectual  freedom and the corrupt, entrenched power structures within not just Harvard, but amongst a broad swath of universities in perpetual decay.

The brilliant minds trapped inside stagnating education schemes are soon to be released; corruption of knowledge eventually dies, only to be naturally replaced.

Regeneration of the way of matriculation—the neo-prototype phase of the reconstitution of education, with unprecedented paradigm shifting, is now complete and on its way.

Bungaku Mama Juku Juku, a luminous example of the future of education, folded into beams of brilliant light showing the way.Knowledge and reach, the vision to see—humanity jumping into the flow—outside the industrial fray.

As for this decomposing university and the stupefied Harvardtard graduates, experts with ‘4-year degrees’—along with a gaggle of administrative minions enacting a vulgar charade.

The world looks on you with a deep sense of shame and distrust, a cesspool of corruption—Harvard’s just reward is nothing more than a much-deserved failing grade.