He's so famous. webcomic Richard and Paula's parallel lives. At first, they look practically the same as babies.
But Richard's parents manage their lives, Paula's parents not particularly. As a result, Richard bravely walks through successive levels of education, supported by wallets and parental acquaintances, and Paula struggles against further obstacles herself.
In the final, they meet at a banquet held for Richard’s next life’s success. Paula's a waitress there, delivering snacks on a silver platter.
Richard machinically takes a snack from a tray. Without paying any attention to Paula, he perorates that everything owes to his hard work and concludes “no 1 gave me anything on a silver platter.”
It is dangerous erstwhile the elite truly believe that they owe everything to themselves. The elites then become inbred, they cease to think that they are guilty of anything to society, they are already curious in multiplying their own privileges – which is simply a clinical case of the rotating Saryusz-Wolski.
I'm just a modest middle-class corner maker, but I'm far from the crazy thesis that I figured everything out. I was born in Warsaw, grew up in a home full of books – this was given to me by a stork.
Then I had to finish my studies, get a job, then a second, then a third, learn to write, become an author recognisable adequate to yet bring me to the “Election” and then to get the Sign to offer me the first book deal (itd), but it was clear that it was all easier for me to accomplish than for individual born in the PGR.
Although, of course, it could have been even more fun. I could have had these truly rich, attitudeal parents who would get me a abroad scholarship. Or a university where tuition is €25,000 a year, like the European College in Natolin.
Like comic book Richard, Rafał Trzaskowski consistently claims that everything owes to his own work, but simultaneously in vain adding inserts with privileged ancestors and costly education. It comes out of an intentional comic that makes my bubble giggle on Facebook.
Wojciech Engelking On the portal he made attempts to defend himself. And it was even funnier.
"PO candidate for president of Warsaw meets all the requirements that I would like to make for individual with whom I would like to have dinner" – says Trezaskowski's speech about studying at the European College in Natolin, Rembrandt and Morina.
It's 1 of my top fears erstwhile they invitation me to an elegant dinner. That they'd sit me next to individual who'd spend the evening rambling about his elite elite. Brrr!
Blur had it. song. ‘I met him in a crowded area / Where people go to drink distant their planet / He sat me down and so began / The communicative of a charmless man / Educated the costly way / He knows his claret from his beaujolais (...) He thinks his educated heads / These household shares / Will defend him / That we’ll respect him...”
Engelking is incorrect twice, accusing the “young intelligence” that “he hates intelligence” whose personification is expected to be the elite of Trzaskovsky. First of all, the basic component of the ethos of intelligence is the awareness of one's own favour and the desire to repay to society.
There's quite a few essays about it. Mencwel! Jedlicki! Cywiński! any of those essays were beautiful loud.
Engelking shows that he has not read them. I'll give him a heads-up if they always put us next to each other.
The second mistake concerns the charge against the elite. No, it is not – as Engelking claims – that they should apologize for their origins.
The point is that they can admit that not everything is due to their hard work. That they won a lot at the stork lottery. I can admit that, although I won much less, average UW, no Natolin.
So they wouldn't be like the hero of the Blur song, or like Richard from Toby Morris's comic book. So they can see the silver tray they're carrying. possibly even a waitress who serves them.
Although I may be asking besides much here already.
