I guess I was lucky – I got the heebie-jeebies and refused my mother’s request that I become an altar boy at the Catholic church – and had no taste for other organizations like that….ever.
I got cynical early. When people asked me if I wanted to join the Scouts, I offended some by asking “why would I want to join an organization of Brownshirts?”
One trip to the UP of Michigan with the Explorers was enough for me. When they started talking about initiations, and burned the wool pants of the caretaker as a prank, I said no thanks. I played pinochle with the caretaker, and helped him cook, for the next 3 days. One and only brush with that outfit.
My parents drafted me into the Cub Scouts. It didn’t take, any more than Little League or Daily Vacation Bible School did. I had a low tolerance for fascist bullshit even then.
Used to go up to the Kipawa Preserve in Quebec/N. Ontario with some high school friends. Fishing tackle, beer, and rice and whatever we could catch. No uniforms or organized bullshittery.
Maybe they should just merge with the Catholic Church.
Be prepared, Amen.
Maybe Donald will just pardon them?
My Scout career was derailed 3 weeks into the program when our scout master was arrested for selling weed. To teenagers. In the high school library.
I guess I was lucky – I got the heebie-jeebies and refused my mother’s request that I become an altar boy at the Catholic church – and had no taste for other organizations like that….ever.
I got cynical early. When people asked me if I wanted to join the Scouts, I offended some by asking “why would I want to join an organization of Brownshirts?”
One trip to the UP of Michigan with the Explorers was enough for me. When they started talking about initiations, and burned the wool pants of the caretaker as a prank, I said no thanks. I played pinochle with the caretaker, and helped him cook, for the next 3 days. One and only brush with that outfit.
Camp caretaker that is. We were in a scout camp with cabins near Iron Mountain.
My parents drafted me into the Cub Scouts. It didn’t take, any more than Little League or Daily Vacation Bible School did. I had a low tolerance for fascist bullshit even then.
Word.
Used to go up to the Kipawa Preserve in Quebec/N. Ontario with some high school friends. Fishing tackle, beer, and rice and whatever we could catch. No uniforms or organized bullshittery.