The elites are all I can think about.

Eric Poesner, writing in Slate a few weeks ago:

“In America, you can't claim to be a member of the elite—even the ‘good,’ public-spirited elite—without instantly losing all credibility, even though it is as plain as day that there is a tiny elite class that calls the shots within the very broad constraints imposed by the system of popular elections. (A zillion years ago this problem was debated by John Dewey and Walter Lippman.) Everyone wants to belong to that class, but no one wants to admit it, for it is a class that one can join only by denying that one belongs to it. It is this strange little fiction that keeps our democracy from falling apart. Rule by the people really means a kind of civility on the part of the elites.”

It's the conclusion of his response to Rick Hills' denunciation of the “intelligentsia,” of which he he is clearly a part. A little digging, and we find that Hills is really writing against obscurity in language. But it's probably a little bit much to turn bad writing on the part of intellectuals into a moral offense: it's an aesthetic problem, and that's bad enough.