As context dissolves into the ether of nothingness like a slow moving portrait losing its resolution pixel by pixel, the voraciously stifling corporate press stealthily awaits the prize of its next hunt in dismembering the rich tapestry and legacy in society. Leftists within the research community are now cratering to political correctness brusquely jamming culture onto the mass transit tracks and the trajectory of one day very soon erasing Charles Darwin, as cultural appropriation never ceases. In a gesture as awkwardly tactless as middle-aged parents trying to impress hipsters by cutting into a frenzied skateboard ramp session that smells like teen spirit, the profoundly destructive invasive species known as the Gypsy moth is no longer an acceptable name, and the media tastes blood in the water. The gate keepers of the publicly relevant information node continue to throw out the metaphorical red carpet to the socially conscious thought police, and along with social media giving the average human an unmerited platform, the future of language is precarious and threatened by forceful intolerance.
Nowhere is this harrowing nightmare more prevalent than in the trending taxonomical community, where species up and down the evolutionary ladder are being renamed in a frequency which puts the dizzyingly ideological pivoting of an undecided voter to shame. Whether it be to serve a nefarious ulterior motive, or alleviate the progressive guilt of savage practices that occurred in a different era, the constant assault on biological etymology is on the periphery of those wishing to facilitate a cultural cold reboot in tearing things down and rebuilding. Under this ugly pretense the Mississippi Dusky gopher frog becomes the Dusky gopher frog, and the detrimental pest of the formerly known insect as the “Gypsy moth” is now the cute and adorably branded “Spongy moth”. And all for the sake of appeasing social justice warriors, and wiping the blood from the past.
The decision by the inanely sanctimonious and misguidedly enlightened Entomological Society of America, which chose to rename the aforementioned moth after pressure from protestors claiming that the moniker of the insect was offensive to Romani people, came after the great deliberation, and frenetically spending the valuable currencies of time and money. Of course, the contemporary ancestors of an oppressed race mistakenly referred to as “gypsies” three centuries ago by white European colonialists, are disillusioned and reminded of the cruelness with each and mention of the insect, and the ceremonious offering just adds a layer of confusion of life for the sake of healing time’s eternal wounds.
The change in the official handle of the moth was deliberated by 50 scientists from across the globe in selecting from over 200 possible alternatives, a tenuous process that makes the International Olympic Committee or the UN seem like a cutting-edge operation in comparison.
The consequences of propagandizing the naming of critters is in its current state moderate, but the vast effects will not be evident for three decades as the children of the youngest generations will be unable to discern between endemic and invasive under the stifling layers of connotations. A suitable anecdote for the pending maelstrom is the intellects allegedly running the People’s Republic of Washington state deciding to embrace inclusion worship a few years ago. Elected officials made the terrible mistake in permitting a public display of every faith imaginable at the capital building during the holidays, and the resulting convoluted snarl of information overload caused widespread temporary damage to the brain’s frontal lobes, not to mention the beauty of each religion’s message being lost in a garbled avalanche worthy of a shimmering funeral pyre of phosphorous garbage visible from Alaska.
While the defeatist axiom of “if one, than all”, popularly rebroadcast through a reverberating chant amidst the flesh and blood wall of eugenicists rioters, is now applied to taxonomy personal beliefs of an individual will soon become transparent. This entails simply making an observation, as a creature will be known by three or four differing names, depending on the region and the circumstances. The overwhelming professional hot dog eating contest magnitude of choices and mental obstacle courses in describing nature could lead to a complete and abrupt retreat, with the simplest solution to remove any pointed lexicon, and a frog is a frog, while a moth is a moth. With the notable exception of course, if the federal government requires specified verbiage to enhance policy.
Society simply has to weigh benefit analysis of the possibilities. Can humanity live with the cruel fate of a poor soul ambushed by a mob for simply shouting in excitement, “Wow, look there’s a Townsend’s vole!”, or an even more sadistic tragedy of a jogger stopping to observe a bee’s nest just off the trail after the term “African” has been stripped away?