Then he joins the campaign staff of some reprobate senator. For years he grins at people he doesn't like, assures folks that the senator is both for and against practically everything, and lies to the press. Soon he is a moral vacuum and lurks in men's rooms. At which point his party runs him for election. You would think that professors in universities would be brilliant, intellectually fearless, and seek truth wherever it might take refuge.
Professors are fervent moral cowards, which is why the universities are the dark night of the mind.
If the average prof ran into an original idea, he'd have it quarantined. Note that universities are home to the most rigidly controlled thought outside of North Korea. The slightest wiggle, the merest glint of political incorrectness leads to ostracism, fining, expulsion, marches, riots, and book burning. You find more diversity of thought, and more vigorous expression, in a Tennessee roadhouse. Reasonably bright folk drawn by the womb-like security of tenure.