Reflections and response to the Sanctimonious Rhetoric of that Edumacated Prick

What is the compelling voice? Moving us to a critique beyond critique. Not merely cynical sine qua non. Beyond the boundaries that are marked by the intelligentsia's stuck up noses. The self righteousness piety of the fringe dwellers unable to connect with the Joes, Janes, Kims, and Lees.

Bringing clarity to that blind spot between the romanticized easiness or the impossible goal of collapsing the fabric and foundations of things.
Between genocides and debilitating cynicisms. An underlying perception of the reality of progress and hope.

Yet they seem nonnegotiable in their place. Looking down from their heights, prescribing to us what authenticity and compelling-ness should be. Failing to sift the virtues from the insanities. Condescendingly charging us as a stupid herd, who mindlessly follow the symbols in exchange for the sugar mixed opiate. As if culture is in their hands in its unadulterated form. Reveling in the otherness of their radicality, heralding their rhetoric of political trend. Unable to recognize their own shelter, a hypocritical dialectical materialism that is sheltered in the neutered abstraction of that tower painted in ivory. As if they were never plagued by the same nonsense.

Who determines the substance of things unseen? That identifiable substance behind the avant garde. That connects to a type of collective consciousness that transcends the mass hysteria of mob mentality. That perceives power, and potentiality, authentic dignity in the ebb and flow of a path that is marked with struggle.