The sad elitist says “Oh what a sad place this world is! The masses of people follow vulgarians and demagogues and crap-artists of various stripes. They are so stupid and vulgar and dumb they do not listen to me and my friends, who are aesthetically sensitive/moral/scientifically accurate [your self-image here].”
And the sad elitist in his heart of hearts worries “What if my aesthetic sensitivity/moral compass/scientific accuracy is a fraud and that is why nobody follows me any more.”
Listen up, sad elitist!
You’re not wrong. You are more aesthetically sensitive/morally aware/scientifically accurate/whatever you want than the average Jane or Joe. But you still messed up.
You had it good. You were a member of the elite, helping yourself to the finest fruits of your society’s harvest. Your only job was to get the masses to go along with it, promising (and who knows, maybe even delivering) some actual benefit to their lives. That is the bargain. You get to be an elite of the aesthetically sensitive/morally pure/scientifically well-informed and everybody else gets SOMETHING.
If you failed to provide anything you have no one to blame but yourself.