…consists of fabulously wealthy poligarchs snookering people who are getting poorer and poorer into pitying them as victims and underdogs.
The hilarity of watching these out-of-touch oligarchs try to pretend they have any lived connection with the electorate, while shouting down all who notice the pretense as Class Warriors is one of the funniest farces in American political life. Te perpetual game of out of touch pligarchs pretending to be Hee Haw viewers every four years and then labeling as Class Warriors anybody who does not capitulate to that ridiculous charade is one of the most grotesque and silly aspects of our system. I miss the days of FDR and JFK when the patrician class just frankly and openly said, “We are patricians and we feel a sense of noblesse oblige to the lower orders” instead of pretending to *be* the lower orders and doing stuff like this:
The besetting sin of an aristocracy is pride. The besetting sin of democracy is envy. We are a democracy so our aristocrats have to pretend to be victims. Hence, the attempt to generate pity for a freakin’ thousand dollar T shirt among an electorate that is struggling to make rents and mortgages that cost that much each month. The amazing thing is that we actually buy into this sort of Team Sport instead of saying “What on earth do I have in common with either of these bluebloods or anybody else in our Ruling Class? Given their bipartisan support for indefinitely detaining me and murdering me if they feel like it, and their bipartisan willingness to cannibalize my young and smash my conscience if it gets in their way, What possible motivation do I have to believe either of them sees me as anything but prey?”