Look at how many adults are hung up on not admitting that their parents had "standard issue" human failings.
Speaking for myself, one look at my 'rents (I've been told that's the "hip" term for "parents," and it saves TWO LETTERS) and an examination of their life events lead incontrovertibly to the conclusion that YES, my parents were idiots!
Want more proof? Read my posts.
My mother was the idiot who bought the JW sales pitch.
Through the years I've analyzed her in absentia (she won't talk to me, and I gladly reciprocate). Her dad died when she was just entering her teens. She was the apple of her daddy's eye, and his death left her in the custody of her crazy inbred hillbilly mother and her older unkind brothers. She was sexually abused within a year of her dad's death, and soon fled north to join her older married sister who did provide her with some sanctuary. But sanctuary doesn't prevent a person from making a whole bunch of brand-new bad decisions, and she did. Instead of seeking knowledge and wisdom, she decided she "knew it all" and sought good times and parties and such.
That led to an unwanted pregnancy (Hi there!) and a lousy marriage, yoked to an undisciplined man who felt trapped and directionless. His favorite excuse was that everybody always lied to him.
When his new bride told him about how she was the victim of sexual abuse in her early teens, he slapped her and called her a whore. Mr. Nice Guy.
One day a couple of liars came to her door and told her that her daddy was going to be resurrected. Soon. VERY SOON. Quick! Study the Bible with us!
She couldn't read, so those nice Bible grifters taught her how to read and how to tell her husband that his family's church was Satanic.
He listened to their crap for a while. Everybody always lied to him. Then he tried to murder his bride. Failed at that. Split. Everybody always lied to him.
He's dead now. When he died, I took pleasure in reminding her that according to the Faithful & Discreet Slave, soon he would be resurrected too. THAT almost drove her crazy*, and she had to have one of the lying grifters promise her that he would not be resurrected.
I'm just glad this idiocy isn't hereditary.
*Seriously. The thought of this abomination (my father) benefitting from her Lord's ransom sacrifice CONSUMED her for several weeks; it was nearly the only thing she could talk about with any Theocrat. It was like watching a cat chase it's own tail, on a spiritual level. PRICELESS!