Who the #$&% is Jackson Pollock?

Just got through viewing one of the most entertaining documentaries ever- 'bout a truck driving mama, Teri Horton, who buys a Jackson Pollock at a thrift store for $5.00. Now, she didn't know it at the time, but one thing leads to another, and, well... A verified, bonafied finger print from the man himself is found right on the damn thing, and while that's good enough for capital court cases- it's an absolute no go for the art experts who have their noses so far up their asses, they actually believe the air they breathe constitutes divine inspiration. I didn't think anything could be more arrogant and unbelievable than current day politics, where an administration can actually boast about how they "create their own reality." Apparently, the "art world" has been doing it for years...