You got it ESAM. If I were to think of someone who represented the folkish virtues, was generous to a fault, held the tradition in high esteem and pursued unswerving devotion to their craft, I could guarantee within ten minutes someone would claim they were an unskilled arriviste, a monsterous libertine, and couldn't pluck fluff off a jumper or wipe the shin(t)e of xxxxxx's shoes.

It's a form devoid of not bad, fair do's and shades of grey all round with polarised, seething antipathy seen as the jolly norm.