Spain recently acquiesced to political correctness and updated its birth certificates to list “Progenitor A” and “Progenitor B,” as the newborn’s parents instead of “father” and “mother.” This is fine as far as it goes, but I’m sure they’ll need to add “Progenitor C” and perhaps “Progenitor D/E/F, etc.” to the birth certificates at times, as well.
In truth, this madness started before many of you reading this were a twinkle in your progenitor A’s eye, but is only recently coming to fruition. The writing has been on the wall since the 1960s. Since then, colleges and universities have gradually abdicated their mission of instructing their students in the classics and humanities- so they know how to think- in favor of instructing them what to think…and feel. In doing so, they have turned their campuses into incubators of the addled and intolerant. They have molded their students into sniveling, incompetent, entitled, pseudo-victimologists and social warriors, utterly incapable of understanding the real world, let alone dealing with it. During this same period, Hollywood took a sharp left turn, the media lost its soul, Big Business climbed into bed with Big Government, and the LGBT movement has grown from a trickle to a torrent.
Our Founding Progenitors would be shocked. There is a progenitor B lode of pathetic euphemisms in general use now. Everybody and their progenitor B seems to be submitting to this assault on language and reason. Soon women will be visiting “Planned Progenitorhood” to abort their babies.
It’s not your progenitor A’s world, that’s for sure. It’s enough to make a person shout, “progenitor B f*cker!” (And would you kiss your progenitor B with that mouth?).
Guess we should just pray for guidance. “Our Progenitor A, who art in Heaven…”