The other day while I was turning my compost pile and mixing in some steer manure and coffee grounds, I got to wondering what it takes to be classified as an “elitist.” That particular term is snarled frequently these days during political discussions, usually by people who don’t get their way or can’t get their politicians elected.
Naturally, each of us wonders with great trepidation: “Am I an elitist?” Or even more frantically: “Could I be an elitist and not even know it?”
I’m not sure I qualify as an elitist. One would think that a guy who graduated (barely) from an obscure college in the middle of nowhere — a guy who drives an eight-year-old car with 121,000 miles on it, who doesn’t own a pair of cufflinks, who does his own yardwork, and who can’t tell a merlot from a chardonnay — gosh, he sure seems to fall short of the highbrow standard. Thank goodness, too. That term “elitist” oozes such vitriol when it’s uttered, no one wants to suffer its sting. It’s the same word we use to disparage the supercilious royalty over in England. Elitist? Not me. No, sir.
But then I got to poking around in The Columbian’s archives and found five letters to the editor in the past year that have branded me with this painful pejorative. Two of the letters back in September insisted I am an elitist because I graduated from college and had the temerity to point out in a column that Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity and Glenn Beck have no college degrees. Shame on me; damned elitist. Another letter hung the rap on me for this reason: “He speculates there was a conservative bias at Glenn Beck’s Lincoln Memorial rally Aug. 28.” Mercy! Such reckless guesswork by a columnist must not go unpunished!