I agree that any time spent on Hank Williams Jr. is wasted time, never to be recovered.

I once had a cat I named Hank. A repairman who came to the house heard me address Hank, who was up to something or other, by name. He asked me, "You named your cat after Hank Williams Jr.?" to which I responded, "Hank Williams had a son?" (A subsequent cat, who's sleeping on the chair as I type, is named Robert, by the way. Another, elsewhere in the house, is Woody.)

It's not just, already bad enough, Hank Jr.'s reactionary politics and profound gun-love. It's his lack of talent and widely observed obnoxious personality. (I concede that he's always had good bands.) His son Hank3 (as he prefers to be called) is more interesting and happens, it's clear, to know something about folk music. As did his grandpa. For example, "I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry" is clearly a "Lonesome Dove" variant.