WALSH: What My Sons Can Learn From The Self-Destruction Of The Boy Scouts
The process is complete. The Boy Scouts, a once proud and important organization that helped shape boys into young men, is dead. It had been dying for sometime, but now it is official. In an announcement that would have seemed like an outlandish parody only ten years ago, the Boy Scouts said today that they will be dropping “Boy” from their name. They shall henceforth be known only as Scouts.
The Boy Scouts giving up its name is the inevitable last step in a devolution that began when the Boy Scouts gave up its spine. First, they ceded to the Left’s demands and admitted gay scouts. Then it surrendered again and admitted gay scout leaders. Then it surrendered again and admitted “transgenders.” Then it surrendered again and admitted girls. Then it surrendered once more and abandoned its name and any last vestige of its identity. Now it is just a dry, pitiful husk, curled in a fetal position in the corner, muttering, “No more, no more.”
I won’t let my sons anywhere near this embarrassment of an organization. I want them to be men, not simpering, pathetic, little effeminate weaklings, which is what the “Scouts” embody at this point. But the Scouts will provide a very helpful example for my boys. I plan to use this sad story as a cautionary tale to teach them one crucial thing:
Never, ever, ever, ever surrender to the enemies of truth and reason.