Carnival of the Elitist Bastards XIX: Here Be Monsters
The ship has sailed, me hearties! Captain Stephanie has delivered an epic tale in which buckles be swashed an' monsters be slain. Raise yer tankard in one hand, yer cutlass in t' other, and charge!
You can help raise the level of our public discourse from the subgutter of stupidity in which it currently resides. All you have to do is celebrate your own intelligence.
You don’t have to be erudite or loquacious. You don’t have to be particularly learned or expert. Just say what you think. What do you think about the dumbing down of the media? Education? Politics? Why do you suppose our cultures celebrate jocks, but not genius?
Write about what delights you. Do you read science tomes for pleasure? Avoid Survivor in favor of Nova? What do you do that causes the folks around you to roll their eyes and say, “You know too much!”
Are you a wine snob? Cigar afficianado? Horticulturalist? Gourmand? All of us have at least one interest that might be considered elite. Talk about it. Educate the rest of us Elitist Bastards. Let us learn something new.
Saving the world is a noble goal. Savoring it may be just as important. As Elitist Bastards, I think we can manage both.
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Elitist Bastards Unite!
The Carnival of the Elitist Bastards began with a battle cry:
"It's time we stop letting our culture celebrate willful ignorance and start promoting genius instead.
"We'll celebrate our cerebrums, jerk the sledgehammer out of the hands wielding it against us, and kick anti-elitists to the curb. We'll delve into the delightful varieties of elitist and elite pleasures. We'll wax philosophical and hold up the elite of our societies for praise."
Adlai Stevenson, an Elitist Bastard if there ever was one, once said in response to a man who called him an egghead, "Eggheads unite! You have nothing to lose but your yolks!"
What we'll end up with if we don't unite is bland scrambled eggs. And no, there won't be Tabasco Sauce. Not even a drop.
Let's put intellect back in the public discourse, then, shall we?
In the 21st Century. People can no longer hear, because they have surrendered their ears. And instead they survive every second by shooting a drug called apathy directly into their veins.
In the 21st Century. People can no longer see, because they have gouged their eyes. And instead they cope worm like by following the noise of culture blaring from every corner.
In the 21st Century. People can no longer taste, because they have severed their tongues. And instead they seek sensations by observing the suffering and disasters of others.
In the 21st Century. People can no longer feel, because they have flayed their skin. And instead they crave nourishment by rooting in putrid refuse heaped in the gutter.
In the 21st Century. people can no longer care, because they have siphoned their brains. And instead they grope hopelessly for understanding by desperate fondling of the drug called apathy.
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