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Aquarian
Weekly 4/23/08
REALITY CHECK
CONFESSION OF AN ELITIST
Hi,
my name is James Campion, and I'm an elitist.
I'm
fairly certain most of the people who have read even a sentence
of this column over the past decade-plus have come to this conclusion
already. But for those who have been laughing too hard or throwing
up too violently to realize this personality trait, it is true.
Now,
this does not mean I think I am necessarily better than anyone.
Oh, heaven's no. It is quite the opposite. You all have it over
me. You've managed to fool yourself in thinking you matter. This
is an enviable talent I do not possess. I have often admitted
in print that I should be eradicated. Erased like a horrible mishap
of biology. I am a completely useless organism that shamelessly
gorges on the very systems I berate. I am a phony and a hypocrite.
I need to die, right away, without so much as a hint of remorse.
But, alas, I am too lazy and mainly interested in seeing what
will happen next to do it myself.
However,
I do think I see things clearer than most, in fact, way clearer.
I am repeatedly, and in many ways, revoltingly astounded how utterly
stupid most people are, and by most people, I mean anyone but
me. In fact, I have pretty much figured that the entire human
experiment is not only an abject failure, but if there is a God
and he or she or it is responsible for this miserable shit, he
is the ultimate fucking idiot.
Whew,
that felt good.
Okay,
so this brings me to the subject of today's dissertation.
There
was a lot of talk this past week out of Pennsylvania (the world's
think-tank) that Democratic presidential candidate Barack Obama
is also an elitist, just because he rightly pointed out that most
hard-hat, Johnny Lunch pail, beer-gut, fast-food trough fuckers
will never vote for "the black guy" because they are bitter, bigoted,
gun-toting Neanderthals, who bludgeon the rest of us clear-thinking
folk with their Jesus rants and demand those running for high
office perform their goofy slack-jawed activities like bowl, fish,
hunt, or back-spit at the corner watering hole while blaming all
the ills of the world on women, "niggers", and "those illegals"
just to get a sniff of the dullard vote.
Shit,
that's not elitism. Not
even close.
When
you are done reading this missive, the hope against hope is your
speed-addled, television-mangled dumb ass will be able to differentiate
its author from Barack Obama, who is merely one of those intellectuals
with a Faulty Edit-Meter.
For
those of you with your face in a Blackberry, a Blue-Tooth in your
ear and a thumb up your shoot, Faulty Edit-Meters are a dime a
dozen in places like Harvard. Many of these overly nurtured and
appallingly sheltered brain mutants are not allowed to roam through
society, so they sequester themselves in academia in some form
or other. Unlike us elitists, who get an endless kick out studying
the damaged human animal, they fear every aspect of civilization.
This is why many of them never leave higher education at all,
safely walling themselves in with the other shuddering eggheads,
who find a measure of pride in loathing the rest of us for jacking
off to pro football and Project Runway reruns.
Obama
is an intellectual that managed to escape the pod, that's all.
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Enlightenment
keeps us from playing along with your knuckle dragging,
drool-slobbered lifestyles and superstitions. In other words,
most of what you cherish and enjoy about breathing for seventy
or eighty odd years we honestly believe is not only petty
and banal, but a dangerous self-mutilation of the precious
gift of reason.
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But
people fear intellectuals like the plague. Many among us think
the very concept of reading, debating, general discovery, the
sciences, literature, high art, and subtle and not-so subtle forms
of cultural rebellion is the plague, and these mindless thugs
have been trying to halt it ever since they sent Galileo packing
375 long years ago. But he was the lucky one. Intellectuals have
been summarily stoned, crucified, beheaded, tarred-and-feathered,
burned at the stake, and other sordid pleasantries for centuries.
This
is why faux historians and bored high school teachers still try
to sell Adolf Hitler, a barely-educated hack painter bereft of
an original thought in his badly styled head, as some kind of
mad super-genius. He wasn't a genius. He was a fraud. This is
different than intellectual or elitist. Other frauds include religious
conman Pat Robertson, social parasite Al Sharpton, baseball commissioner
Bud Selig, and whatever steaming sack of vermin feces is the CEO
of Guitar Center, to name just a few.
Elitist
is merely a term the threatened hordes of mediocrity use to make
the freethinking and open-minded feel like they're diseased. True
elitists call this Enlightenment. We adore this affliction. We
worship it like you worship money, strip clubs, and invisible
godheads. Enlightenment keeps us from playing along with your
knuckle dragging, drool-slobbered lifestyles and superstitions.
In other words, most of what you cherish and enjoy about breathing
for seventy or eighty odd years we honestly believe is not only
petty and banal, but a dangerous self-mutilation of the precious
gift of reason.
I've
said it before in various ways, so what's one more: There is no
point to you. You are sucking up vital minerals and resources
this planet needs to keep nobler beasts and essential plant life
going. It is you who are the virus. Humanity is nothing more than
evolution's fart in the wind. We suck, so we distract ourselves
in a constant stream of meaningless activity and pointless belief
systems to avoid the truth. But that's fine, nothing, not even
an amoeba wants to suck. But the good news is we'll be gone someday
and everything will return to normal.
Also,
if I may, portraying someone as bitter because they were drawn
into a fixed system like moths to a flame with fairytales of the
American Dream - work hard, study hard and you will be king of
the world - and end up being cold-cocked by the realities of life
is not the least bit elitist. It is judgmental. Hell, some may
say, and I may be one of them, fairly observant, actually. But
everyone judges. This is part of the virus of humanity. Those
trees and animals you're killing through your futile existence
don't judge. The real Jesus guy alluded to something like that,
not the crazy Euro-Christ mannequin you cling to, the guy whose
basic tenets you ignore in order to better populate your fancy
social clubs dressed up as churches.
Oh,
and saying someone "clings" to something like the fight over gun
rights or the pro-life issue is not an insult. I cling to the
idea that if one more asinine politician tries to perpetuate a
civil rights abuse on us again, like denying gay marriage, I'm
not only going to not vote for them, I am going to spend many
of my waking hours making sure they are exposed as the stone-cold
fascists they really are.
So
call Barack Obama a liberal or an amateur, say he is in over his
head and a big-government tax fiend, but he is not "out of touch".
He's "in touch". He might be too "in touch" to be president. Those
types tend to be badly articulated car salesmen with a buddy complex.
Now,
if you want a true elitist to run things, look no further.
I'm
your man.
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