“The people have spoken. They have cast out that awful parvenu. That must mean they once again appreciate real breeding. They must really admire us. They will now gratefully stay in their place, having restored us, the true nobility to our place at the helm of affairs.”
The most depressing thing about Acela-corridor cronyism complex is how hard they fight, levying enormous costs in human suffering, to protect the shittiest things. If only what they fight to preserve were at least worth the suffering it takes to keep it going.
Behind the facade of noble lies and lofty rhetoric they don’t even have time machines or spaceships they’re keeping for themselves. It’s exhaustingly shallow shit. Every glimpse I’ve had behind curtains of exclusivity has bored me to tears.
90% of rich-and-powerful are the dullest people on the planet. All that money/power and NO imagination about what to do with any of it. Literally more mansions, more yachts, more expensive wine. Total internal reflection of utter vapidity. But they’ll club baby seals to keep it.
One reason I’m too lazy to pursue more wealth and power is that I simply have no respect for 90% who have it (either earned or inherited). It’s not a milieu I’d actually want to join. Most other milieus are more fun. The world they fight for is a sad world full of sad humans.
The secret they fight hardest to protect is that their world is not actually intrinsically worth joining. It is merely personally costly to join, and socially costly to sustain. Those costs obscure the fact that theirs is the ultimate “play stupid games, win stupid prizes” world.