I loathe him. He stands for everything I hate in Washington. The right schools, houses in Georgetown, farms in Virginia, quiet meetings at their clubs. They've got their tight little world and you don't break in--they run it all. The bastards. The superior, self-inflated gentry of Washington. They use other men's intellects, other men's work, wrapping it all into decisions bearing their imprimaturs. And if you're on the outside, you become part of that amorphous entity, a 'damn fine staff.' {Alfred Gillette}
The speaker expresses a deep resentment towards a certain type of elite in Washington, depicting them as a closed-off society that embodies everything he detests. He criticizes their privileged backgrounds, suggesting that their comfortable lifestyles in exclusive neighborhoods and private clubs contribute to a sense of superiority. This disdain illustrates a larger frustration with the established power structures that seem inaccessible to outsiders and perpetuate their dominance.
Moreover, the speaker feels...
