Elitism stinks. It’s the perfume of cowards who can’t survive without standing on someone else’s skull. It’s the rotting carcass of “I’m better than you” sprayed with Chanel hypocrisy and paraded around as if superiority is earned by title, money, or the number of people you can look down on. Venomous Sin has declared war on elitist bullshit — and this is not a metaphor. This is our official statement: fuck elitism, fuck the parasites who practice it, and fuck the society that nurtures it like a prized rose while pretending it isn’t a weed strangling everything human.

What the hell is elitism?

Let’s call it what it is: elitism means thinking you’re better than others. Not being better — thinking you are. Inflated ego dressed as virtue. Politicians spewing empty promises from pedestals. Corporate overlords sucking bonuses while laying off workers. Even the everyday narcissist who believes their diploma, their money, or their designer shoes make them superior. It’s the same disease: contempt disguised as class.

Elitism is rot. It creates nothing but division, resentment, and the smug aftertaste of “I’m important, you’re not.” That mindset has poisoned every inch of society. And the punchline? These elitists need people beneath them to survive. Without the “lessers” they despise, they collapse. Parasites bragging about being hosts.

Politician in suit looks down from podium while people kneel in shadows under harsh lights.

Politicians: crowned kings of elitist bullshit

Let’s start with the obvious cesspool: politicians. These are the masters of elitism. They dress their greed in patriotism, their corruption in “duty,” and their incompetence in polished speeches written by interns who drink more caffeine than blood. Politicians aren’t leaders — they’re actors auditioning for a role they already bought.

They thrive on elitism because it fuels obedience. If you think someone is “above” you, you stop questioning. You accept the lie because the liar is wearing a tie. And when they look down at you from podiums, do you know what they really see? A mass of disposable bodies to milk votes from, then discard like cigarette butts in a urinal.

Venomous Sin has no gods and no masters. We’ve written it in songs like We’re Not Angry, We Declare Fucking War and No Throne for Disgusting Bastards. These weren’t catchy titles — they were declarations. Politicians, you are the first to burn when we scream.

The overclass: champagne elitists with hollow souls

Next in line for execution: the self-declared “overclass.” These are the ones sipping overpriced cocktails while sneering at workers who keep the world alive. The ones who call themselves cultured because they bought art they don’t understand, or enlightened because they attended a TED talk that told them empathy is profitable.

They judge by brand names, bank balances, and the social currency of fake smiles. They’re walking mannequins, hollow to the bone, yet they believe their emptiness is aspiration. Society rewards them for this. They sit on boards, own media, dictate narratives — all while looking down at the people who fix their cars, deliver their food, and bury their dead.

It’s pathetic. And worse, it’s contagious. Ordinary people mimic elitism like it’s fashion. They climb ladders not to escape, but to spit down at those still climbing. It’s swastifashion at a social scale: “Be yourself,” but only if yourself looks like polished conformity.

Wealthy guests toast at a luxury dinner table above workers seen through glass floor.

Everyday elitists: small tyrants in cheap suits

Elitism isn’t only in parliament and penthouses. It drips into everyday life. The boss who treats employees like trash because their nameplate says “manager.” The hipster barista who believes their latte art makes them philosopher-king. The fitness influencer who shames others for not having a six-pack while selling scam supplements.

It’s in classrooms, offices, gyms, families. People convincing themselves they’re superior because they followed the rules better, or because they bent them without getting caught. It’s laughable — elitism is fragile. The moment you strip away their status symbols, they’re nothing but scared little children in expensive clothes.

We’ve crucifucked ourselves through these types more than once, which is why we built Venomous Sin as the nuclear option. Our music is not polite. It’s not unity. It’s retaliation. Songs like Compliance is a Corpse and Fuck Your Filter and Say It, You Son of a Bitch aren’t entertainment — they’re executions in audio form.

Why elitism is rot

Elitism does not create strength. It does not create wisdom. It creates weakness — dependency on illusion. The more someone clings to elitism, the more terrified they are of losing it. Strip away the applause, the paycheck, the followers — and watch them implode.

Meanwhile, those they despise — the workers, the outcasts, the ones deemed “lesser” — are the ones who actually endure. We bleed, we crawl, we scream, we build. And when the elites stumble, who picks up the pieces? Not them. Us. Every single time.

That’s why elitism is rot. It’s a parasite eating the host it mocks. A delusion that feeds on validation. And the worst part? Society thrives on it. Schools breed it. Corporations weaponize it. Politics worships it. Everyone’s told to “aspire,” but what they really mean is: learn to look down.

Venomous Sin rejects it. We don’t aspire — we burn.

Manager in gray suit reclines smugly at desk while worker kneels on floor gathering papers.

Venomous Sin’s declaration

This is not a polite blog post. This is a war cry. Venomous Sin Declares War on Elitist Bullshit.

We will not kneel. We will not flatter. We will not suck up to the ones who claim they’re “better.” We’ve been bullied, mocked, crucifucked, dismissed, and we turned it into a war machine of riffs and venom. We carved songs out of scars, turned humiliation into execution, and made rage a form of art.

Elitists think they’re untouchable. That their titles, money, or fake smiles make them gods. We’re here to remind them: there are no gods but the machine. And the machine screams with our voices.

So listen carefully. We are not toxic. We are fucking poison.

And poison doesn’t ask permission to spread.

The Worst Kind of Elitists

  1. Politicians — your reign is over.

  2. Overclass parasites — you’re nothing without those you step on.

  3. Everyday elitists — your latte crown melts in boiling water.

  4. The system itself — we’ll smash your anal-manuals, burn your policies, and crucifuck your fake ideals until nothing remains but ash.

This is not therapy. This is retaliation. This is not healing. This is war.

And if you think you’re above it — congratulations. You’re exactly who this was written for.

Glamorous influencer takes selfie under bright lights as tired worker sits ignored in background.

Venomous Sin is here to unite the outcasts, the damned, and everyone spat on by elitist bullshit. We don’t unite under their banners or their hollow ideals — we unite by tearing them down together. Elitism has infected every corner of life, and our mission is simple: expose it, destabilize it, and burn it out.

We’re not angry. We declare fucking war.

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