I’m an elitist, and so are you (I hope).10 October 2008
I am an avowed “elitist,” and I bet you are also, regardless how you might protest otherwise.
When I board an airplane, I do not want the pilot to have been picked by lottery from amongst the passenger manifest. I’m not about to have the checkout clerk at the grocery store look at my X-rays, then make the diagnosis. If my son has striven hard to achieve the stamina, the dexterity, and the skills to be the school’s top wide receiver, I don’t want him passed over so that the 300 pound pie-eating champ who can’t walk five yards without having to stop and rest can take the field. And parents, perhaps you’re one of them, from the Atlantic to the Pacific, have been screaming about the outrageous cost of college for their kids.
That is, all of this is, elitism! You and I want the best qualified people flying our aircraft, diagnosing our health issues, competing on our sports teams, and we want our kids to reach their highest potential.
What none of us want is for any of our kids to end up as a Joe Six-pack couch potato, pushing down bags and bags of potato chips between cans of beer, in front of the TV. And you and I know that if that is what we’d want our kids to end up as, we would be guilty of child abuse. We want the best for our kids, not the worst. Let the next-door parent go for mediocre.
... the intellectual midgets of George W. Bush and John McCain, and now Sarah Palin. (If we’d like those who come to this country to be able to speak the language, what does it say about the electorate, when it doesn’t care a whit when its leaders, and prospective leaders cannot articulate a single sentence in a grammatically correct and comprehensible way?)
I am an avowed elitist. I do not want to have a beer or go to a barbecue with my president, or even feel I’d fit in at such a gathering.
I want my president to be much better educated, more thoughtful, more intelligent than am I, and, in a powder-keg world with a short fuse, I want my president to have a long one. If something is going to explode, I most certainly do not want to feel there was even a remote possibility that it was my president who, in a fit of pique, lit that fuse.
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