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Elites Who Are Not Elite
We see them sitting in towers carved from ‘learned’ ivory, insulated by their tenure from the world of reality, poisoning their students minds, putting bad ideas in their heads, the kind that in a century left one hundred million souls dead. They know they face no consequence, they even blacklist all others, it’s the students who pay the cost, in the real world they all suffer for imbibing leftist nonsense that they learned at academy, betrayed by malign professors, by ‘elites’ who are not elite. We see them strutting in Hollywood, convinced that their fame is greatness, they want us to watch ever film, yet our values they dismiss. Thinking they’re on the cutting edge, and the we’re all just inbred proles, they think that lying well on film makes them the people in the know. Yet most of them have more spouses when most people have fingers, all their rapes are upsetting, the pedophilia disturbs. Once called the city of angels, now just a Sodom on the sea, a mess of ruined human souls, an ‘elite’ who are not elite. Glance upon the creative scenes, you’ll find many more of this kind, like the ‘artist’ who wants thirty grand for a spray-painted orange rind! Or maybe the plotless writer who calls it ‘literary fic,’ bad characters just moaning on about how they’re damaged and sick. Don’t forget today’s architect with his swiss-cheese ‘masterpiece,’ it’s supposed to be a building, nut I looks like concrete feces. I wouldn’t take any of this even if given out for free, they’re making all art hideous, these ‘elites’ who are not elite. Then there are all of the blowhards who make up the modern news, thinking that you will only see the things that they pick and choose. When any man with internet can see through their partisan crap, and lord do they get all annoyed when you call them out on that. If they cannot win they censor and double down on their madness, the idea that they can’t control us is one they cannot stomach yet. Those fools will tell me it’s raining while I walk down a sunny street, it is far time we tear them down, damned ‘elites’ who are not elite.
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