To be among the elite, one must devote considerable time and effort to preparing, intellectually and socially for the role. The elite gather together in certain venues, discussing current events and developments. They do not much patronize sports bars and NASCAR tailgate festivals. They sip wine or single malt whiskey slowly, preserving at least the semblance of rational behavior, unlike the body-painting rowdies slugging down shots of Jaeger with beer while screaming at the T.V. screen for their favorite team. The elite define themselves by their good taste and manners, while the lower classes persist in their vulgar entertainments with abandon.
Thus, we come to the current spectacle of our would-be leaders of the free world striving to find some small connection or gesture that will mark them as part of the lumpen proletarian masses. Obama bowling, Hillary doing a shot and a beer with the boys in the bar, McCain’s wife stealing recipes for her kitchen image despite her millions and lifestyle devoid of aprons, all part of the denial of their inherent elitist realities. The myth of the barely literate, much less studied and enlightened hero, rising from the crowd to save the nation with common sense and family values has been tested and found wanting, once again.
The best that can be said for the elite is they generally know what they are doing, and hopefully try and do some good, if only in passing. They understand that the general improvement of society benefits them as well as the unknowing masses whom they shepherd through the trials and errors of governance. Only rarely do the elite inform and empower their subordinates, preferring to manage affairs themselves rather than submit to the collective, and often mistaken, will of the people. To be elite is to believe in the superiority of your reasoning and class, a view often correct but always controlling. The only hope for the society at large is to consume the elitists and absorb their wisdom and awareness to raise the consciousness of the majority.
Until we become as smart as the elite among us, we will continue to be led by the ignorant, in the sacred name of democracy.
“Travus T. Hipp” is a 40-year veteran radio commentator with six stations in California carrying his daily version of the news and opinions. "The Poor Hippy’s Paul Harvey,” Travus is a member of the Nevada Broadcasters Hall of Fame, but unemployable in the Silver State due to his eclectic political views.