This is just another biproduct of the Left's long march through the institutions. When it's your job to 'prove' state sponsored propaganda, you get shams like warble gloaming.
As a kid my brother in law got his first teaching gig up in the Northwest Territories on an indian reservation at Fort Chipewyan. He was a hard core leftist as you might expect from a (hork, spit) public educator. He was a union slob all the way through, he married a feminist (also a public educator), and they were absolute murder at family gatherings. He and his wife would regale us with leftist idiocy and I'd try to tune them out and think pleasant thoughts - like killing them in the most painful and inhumane way possible, HAR HAR HAR!
And when the warble gloaming fad came out those two idiots were all over it. My wife's parents were lightweight environmentalists so they got washed away with it too. I remember one Sunday afternoon where we were having a civil meeting, and as usual, everything went to hell when the brother in law showed up. He was bragging and gloating that he had become a point man on environmental initiatives for the local native group up there. Environmentalism is the tool that our First Nation
I remember getting up and when no one was looking - I threw my pop can in the garbage rather than the recycle. The smell was getting a little ripe in that house, and it was time to leave.
Ever see those old Bruce Willis or Stallone movies, where the hero tosses a lit match over his shoulder … and the gasoline soaked bad guys all blow up with the force of a small megaton nuke? And the hero just keeps on walking away without even looking back? Remember those?
That's the way I walked away from my in law's home. Instead of a megaton explosion at my back, I heard a hysterical gobble: "Who threw a pop can in the garbage!!!!!???? We recycle in this house...!!!"
HAR HAR HAR!!!
Have a good Humpday - and don't blow anything up!!!