This is the definition of smug and elitist.
"My Name Is Rachel Corrie," by contrast, is a scrappy, one-sided monologue consisting of nothing but the fugitive observations of a young woman who, like so many idealists, treated her emotions as facts. "I am disappointed," she declares, "that this is the base reality of our world and that we, in fact, participate in it. This is not at all what I asked for when I came into this world."
And that is what we see today in modern liberals. They are unable to discern their emotions from reality. In fact, they treat reality as unreal because it violates their emotions. And what is the typical reaction of liberals to the failure of their ideas? Why, they just need to do more of such, in hopes that if you do enough of it, it will actually succeed.
A sane person allows reality to interact with their opinions and feelings. Liberals see such as moral weakness.
Basically, at the end of the day, there is a Rachel Corrie hiding within every old, fat and dumpy liberal like Pincus. They all bemoan that the world is not the way they want it to be. And as a result, they all end up getting run over by bulldozers, either literally (in Corrie's case) or literally (in the MSM's case) because they simply refuse to acknowledge that the bulldozers are real, because they don't exist in their imaginary worlds.
“This is not at all what I asked for when I came into this world."
Now that is one bizarre statement!
This is the definition of smug and elitist.