Liz's championing of her pet natives is not a million miles from all those Plastic Paddy Irish Americans in the 80s who used to sing Danny Boy and Fields of Athenry and put money in collecting tins in pubs in New York and Boston, and send it to the IRA. Naive idiots romanticizing a conflict and a culture they could never really understand and that they had never experienced firsthand. But it made them feel important and it made their own dull lives seem more interesting and meaningful. Of course there were important causes right down their own streets they could have been throwing their time and energy into but that wouldn't have been nearly as much fun or made them feel quite so important. Romanticizing and sentimentalizing cultures that aren't your own and that you have no firsthand experience of is silly and sad at best, dangerous at worst.

But you won't tell that to the Great Goddess Liz. This is only the latest in her causes, which she champions like a religious zealot until she moves on to the next Really Important Thing That She Knows The TRUTH About. She will never acknowledge that her hectoring and abuse does her causes more harm than good, because she confuses shouting and mouse clicks with action. Her pet natives can at least rest safe knowing she'll eventually get bored and move onto the next thing that makes her Really Angry.