Unconscious obscenity

Maybe I should've stuck to smut. I started reading Du Contrat Social (mornings on the bus going to work, and afternoons coming home), swept away by the opening sentence, "Man is born free--and everywhere he is chains," thinking what a pussy I had been not to appreciate this wonderful fellow Liberationist Jean-Jacques. Then--phooey: "Chacun de nous met en commun sa personne et toute sa puissance sous la suprême direction de la volonté générale; et nous recevons en corps chaque membre comme partie indivisible du tout." The hell we do--Not! And it gets worse. Rousseau's Belief, apparently sincere, that without the constraints of society there would be no morality, is infantile (for sure, it links him with de Sade). While his ramblings on sovereignty sound like something Ted Bundy might have said as a practising Young Republican. Which brings me to the first part of the second of four books--And I think I just don't have the stomach to go on.