The real problem with smart people is that they so frequently aren’t.
The confusion — of which we have many examples, alas — is between having a car with a really high rpm, and having a car that is on the right road. The two need not be the same thing at all.
Look at the Obamawheezer. That baby was designed, crafted, invented, implemented, promoted, urged, and force fed to us by a bunch of really smart people. And by “smart people,” I mean high rpm people on the wrong road. This does not exclude the possibility of some dumb people on the wrong road, doing their part, but in the main these were people who had briefcases in junior high school, with SAT scores that looked like they came from people like that.
Napoleon was smart, and he attacked Russia when it wasn’t springtime. So apparently this is a thing.
The trap that gets these people is the pride that wells up in them when, like Steppenwolf, they get their motor running. They head out on the highway, and the purr of the engine when they crest 85 mph just totally intoxicates them. They are so taken with this, and with the leather upholstery, and with the lady in the red dress with them, just like in the ad, that they totally miss the green sign by the roadway that informs them that we have switched rock band metaphors, and they are on the highway to hell. Making sweet time though.
The right road requires a humble heart. The Lord of that road will take any car, even a good one. But those are rare because the people who have them spend so much time admiring the interior that they forget what a car is supposed to do. They won’t look at the signs, which were put up by regular folks.
Blessed are the humble, for they shall be smart.