composer FAIL #23

Here it is. The last in a series of three. (Of course, two more came in since then.) This one is so big, I must tell you the backstory.
Back in November, I mentioned that something like this came in the mail as discreetly as possible.

Holy crap, dude, the American Academy of Arts and Letters allowed me to apply for one of their awards?! I felt exactly like this:
I liked my analogy so much I proceeded to refer to The Academy as "The Evil League of Evil," which would make J.D. McClatchy Bad Horse himself.
The Academy probably frowned on this.

Well, I hope they call upon me again in the future, BECAUSE THERE IS NO OTHER WAY FOR ME TO APPLY. Unless I kill someone.