I grew up in Boy Scouts. My dad was a Boy Scout troop leader and district commissioner. My mom was also active in scouts being a den mother and helping out with the local meetings and activities. Both of my older brothers were eagle scouts. I started in Cub Scouts, then Boy Scouts and then Explorers and was only a few merit badges shy of making eagle scout when I quit. I never told my parent why I was quitting, but it was because my last scout leader was way too friendly with the boys, especially on camp outs.
Camp Outs. One of the highlights of being a Boy Scout was the campouts. Traveling away from home with a bunch of friends where we learned so much and did so much. We swam in lakes and rivers, fished streams, trapped animals, learned what plants were edible and which ones weren’t, and oh so much more.
Since it was just us boys, we didn’t worry about changing clothes, bathing or showering in front of each other. It wasn’t any different than being in the school bathroom or locker room or the changing room at the local YMCA. It wasn’t any big deal and I never knew anything to happen, except for that one scout leader who I threatened if he ever touched me or tried to touch me. Several of the other boys also threatened him and left Scouts because of him.
For the most part, all of my memories of Scouts are good ones. I recall the time I spent a week working in the Scout camp medical lodge before camping for a week with my own troop. I learned a lot about first aid that week and ended up giving myself a tetanus shot a week later when I cut myself when sharpening an ax.
One of the most important aspects of Scouts to me, my brothers and parents is that it was a Christian based organization that taught boys many Christian values, many of which I still adhere to today. It wasn’t all fun and games, but it was life lessons that influenced so many of us.
That’s why it pained me so to see Boy Scouts of America cave in to the demands of sexual perverts who forced them to allow homosexuals in as scouts and then as scout leaders. I can tell you now that I would never allow my son or grandson to join the Scouts ever since that time. Especially thinking about my experience with a perverted Scout leader who almost got himself castrated or worse.
Now, Boy Scouts of America has gone a step further down the road to ruination and away from their Christian roots, by announcing they were opening their doors to transgender kids who identify themselves as boys. By the very definition of the term, transgender boys are biologically and anatomically girls.
I’ve nothing against girls learning many of the same things that boys learn, but the thought of an anatomically correct girl camping out with a bunch of hormone crazed boys is asking for trouble. It also places the boys and the transgender in an awkward situation which most parents would rather avoid.
Will they change in the same tent or cabin as the boys? Will they shower or bathe naked with the boys? Is this what parents want their boys exposed to?
Allowing a transgender boy to go camping with a bunch of boys is no different than combining the girls’ and boys’ bathrooms and locker rooms at schools, which is what many liberals and perverts are pushing for anyway.
I heard one liberal say that boys can see a lot more online these days, but I say it’s up to the parents to monitor what their sons and daughters see online, on television, in the movies, magazines and so on.
Since the Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts have moved to be more worldly and compromising of their foundational values, I refuse to support them in any way. I won’t buy Girl Scout cookies nor will I buy chocolates or raffle tickets or anything else from either the Boy Scouts or Girl Scouts. It seems the only way liberal organizations, stores, businesses, etc. wake up to what they are doing is when it drastically effects their revenue. Stop the money, stop the policies.
I make no apologies for recommending to everyone that they do not let their kids or grandkids have anything to do with either the Boy or Girl Scouts. Don’t buy anything from them. Hurt them in the pocket book and let them know why you are doing it. The more they hurt financially and hear from disgruntled people, the better the chance is of them listening. If they don’t listen, just think of the money you’ll save and calories you won’t store around your middle.