Haha, Margaret Wente there:
Before we venture further into this battle zone, you can calculate your elite status by taking this patented Elite-O-Meter test. See how you rate!
Safe in the knowledge that my elitist bona fides were impeccable, I took up the challenge. Therefore it is with regret and a sense of failure so traumatizing that I may never leave the house, or even this room, again, that I report:
I am not a member of The Elite.
My supposedly secure elite status lies in smoking ruins because my job entails standing all day, I like a cup of Timmy’s and love a good tailgate party (especially when there’s a bonfire of such psychotic magnitude that extra beer is required for the imminent arrival of the fire department). And that’s just three(3) points — there are (gasp) more, proving that I’m just a teabagger in elitist’s clothing.
Which makes me wonder: If an unapologetic libtard like me isn’t an elitist, then who is? Over to Mr. C:
Dark humour aside, Wente made a point that can’t be overstated:
Why do non-elites resent elites? Because they think the elites don’t understand them and don’t respect them. They can be right about that. They also tend to resent the elites of the liberal, nanny-statish variety who insist that they know better than the unwashed masses.
As a newly-minted non-elite myself, I can vouch for that. Whether it’s smug and sanctimonious liberals getting on my back or sex-obsessed social conservatives humping my leg, I resent the attitude that anyone Knows Better than I do how I should run my life. “Elitist” politicians ignore that sentiment at their peril, as Rob Ford proved.