While writing for The New Yorker, George Saunders doesn’t blink, for he is Right.

I’m finding it hard to concentrate, as my eyes are killing me, due to I have not blinked since I started writing this. And, me being Regular, it takes a long time for me to write something this long.

Where was I? Ah, yes: I hate Élites. Which is why, whenever I am having brain surgery, or eye surgery, which is sometimes necessary due to all my non-blinking, I always hire some random Regular guy, with shaking hands if possible, who is also a drunk, scared of the sight of blood, and harbors a secret dislike for me.

In “The Cranks Who Swear by Citronella Oil” at the Observer, Nick Cohen uses the instructive example of homeopathy to expose the dangerous climate of anti-elitism (read: celebration of ignorance and stupidity) that stifles modern intellectuals.