WHICH IS TO SAY I’m not now, which might be debatable… Back when I was poor, we used to drink a coffee substitute called Pero, which was a European affectation with roots back in wartime shortages and black markets and all that. It was made of roasted (read: burnt) bread crumbs and what-not, and is referred to worldwide as ersatz coffee.
First it was astroturf, now it’s ersatz kaffeeklatschen.
And neither the politicians nor their myrmidons get the fundamental … issue … with mendacious attempts to gen up a false appearance of support for their positions.
Prolly think they’re being clever.