Experts—yes, that blessed caste of omniscient beings who supposedly carry civilization on their immaculate shoulders. The people who know everything, right up until the moment they don’t. Let me give you a real-life example of this professional priesthood at work.
A friend of mine had a medical procedure. Nothing dramatic. A tiny tumor in his bladder, something surgeons pluck out with the same casual confidence with which you or I remove a splinter. Routine stuff. Performed a billion times. Low risk. The medical world equivalent of changing a lightbulb.
Except in his case, the “experts” managed to butcher it. They cut a hole straight through the bladder and left the man permanently crippled. He lived—if you can call it that when your digestive tract functions at half-mast for the rest of your days. A brutal, irreversible mistake in what should have been a sleepy Tuesday morning operation.
Naturally, when the whole thing was investigated, responsibility vaporized instantly. Magicians should study these people; their disappearing acts are exquisite. Not one of them was responsible. Each claimed absolute authority over every part of the procedure except the one where the error happened. Suddenly the all-knowing urologist declared he only dealt with ureters, not bladders—an interesting limitation for someone who just jabbed a surgical instrument into one.
And this is the merry little charade: experts who swagger around as omnipotent fountains of wisdom, but when something goes wrong, they dissolve faster than the climate prophets who swore the Arctic ice would vanish five years ago—while, ironically, parts of the world freeze their backsides off.
Their expertise is infinite. Their accountability is zero.
https://www.realclearscience.com/articles/2025/12/03/trust_the_experts_its_a_bad_bet_1150895.html