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August 4, 2007
Moonbattery Reduces Scouting to Pathetic Parody
An ongoing jamboree marks the centenary of the original Boy Scout expedition, at which Lord Baden-Powell set out with 20 boys and taught them how to catch and skin rabbits, start a fire, and build shelter in the untamed outdoors. It's taking place on Brownsea Island in Dorset, the starting point for that historic first expedition. However, moonbattery has changed things just a little over the last 100 years.
Nobody is singing around a campfire, because they have been forbidden on the island for the last 30 years. In place of the campfire stands a large potted plant, "around which the Scouts of 2007 can gather and write down thoughts on how to achieve world peace."
No one is eating any fresh-killed rabbit, or even hamburgers or sausages, since meat has been banned on the grounds it might offend someone's religious beliefs. Instead the Scouts are subjected to vegetarian meals served up at a huge marquee equipped with industrial ovens and refrigerators full of veggie burgers.
At least Scouts don't have to worry about tripping in the dark if they get up at night to use the portable lavatories. Solar-powered lights line the walkways by the hundreds.
Scout leader David Massen laments:
Baden-Powell could just take his Scouts out on a boat for a fishing trip, whereas if I want to do the same I have to take a two-hour training session and write a four-page risk assessment statement.
If this is scouting in the age of political correctness, you can't blame kids for preferring to stay home and play video games.
On a tip from Hope.
Posted by Van Helsing at August 4, 2007 1:00 PM
Comments
I'm a former Den Leader for a Cub Scout pack. Former because of just this kind of B/S. Political correctness gone awry. It's a damn shame too.. Kids now days are not going to know how to take care of themselves in the wild. A skill we all may need one or more times in our lives. It's all our fault though for letting these people make us feel guilty over NOTHING... I stood up against them as much as I could in the pack but there were to many that didn't want to rock the boat to stop it.. That Cub Scout pack has since disbanded now the kids in that town have nothing but the street. We all need to stand firm against the PC crowd that is ruining our country. I know that my resignation from that pack had a lot to do with the destruction of the pack but it was better that it was gone then to have the kids be taught by liberal trash.
Posted by: Kerry at August 4, 2007 2:34 PM
Maybe if they changed the name to Young Pioneers and the basis for learning outdoor skills was to thumb your nose at "corporate" culture. To go along with the Young Pioneers theme they would even be able to learn firearms skills, as the young do in communist countries. Then they could even shoot a few rabbits.
Posted by: Kevin at August 4, 2007 3:32 PM
Political correctness gone awry
That's like saying "It's a plane crash that ended in disaster". Tautology. :)
Posted by: Archonix at August 4, 2007 3:59 PM
Thats completely f'd up, but not surprising. I used to be an Assistant Crew Leader for a Venture Crew about seven years ago and even then I could see this kind of malarkey creeping in. Too bad to, since Scouting can help young boys.
Posted by: Brooklyn Red Leg at August 4, 2007 6:36 PM
A little reminder that moonbattery is not about politics, it's about the complete denial of common sense and reason. Politics is just its most prominent manifestation.
Posted by: V the K at August 5, 2007 5:11 AM
When I was a Boy Scout from 1965 to 1967, we were outdoor guys. To get the Tenderfoot Badge, one of the tests you had to pass was basic land navigation. This involves using a compass, map and your brain.
On top of that, one troop I was in was run like an infantry platoon. This was due to the fact that mmost of our Scout Leaders were Veterans of World War 2 and Korea. Step one to manhood.
Toss this one at the Moonbats in charge now.
Posted by: Glenn at August 5, 2007 7:12 AM
