"glueman, I'm sorry that you hate everyone else and that you're so sorry for yourself - it must be miserable being you"

I'm sorry you draw that conclusion though in truth it's yet another ploy in your argument, so let neither of us shed crocodile tears for the other. I lead a perfectly fulfilled life, we differ on the nonsense that surrounds folk music that's all.
That nonsense includes the historical fussiness, the personalities who valourise that priggery, the self-appointed hierarchies, the 'real' vs unreal kneejerks, the fucking endless footnotes, the introductions, the general mistrust of youth or physical attractiveness, the mistrust of anyone who isn't them, the hale-fellow bullshit, the time-served idiocy, the folkier than thou arseholery, people who want to flood other people's discussion real or virtual because they might not be at the centre, the high priests and cardinals who want to turn a common currency into a religion and the intellectual prissiness that replaced folk's human warmth long ago.
For all those reasons and many similar ones it's often hard to believe folk exists. Naming the guilty who have occupied the music I like also makes me feel better. I don't expect to win the war, they're too well dug in but if the skirmishes make one of them reflect it's worthwhile.