Boy Scouts are dropping the word ‘boy’ from the name of flagship program

Boy Scouts are dropping the word ‘boy’ from the name of flagship program. Yet another institution torn down by the left. We suggest they rename them the Soy Scouts.

The umbrella organization will retain its name, Boy Scouts of America or BSA. The term Cub Scouts, for kids 7-10 years old, is gender neutral and also will go unchanged. Boy Scouts, which includes kids from 10 to 17, will become Scouts BSA in February.

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  • Congratulations, Leftards, you've finally destroyed the Boy Scouts. Proud of yourselves?

  • Never was a boy scout, we were poor folks and I was working by the time I could push the clutch in on a pickup and see over the steering wheel. By the time I was 8 I was cutting hay then after it dried down I baled it. I was running an old "popping johnny" a John Deere tractor built before I was born. Much like this one.

    https://youtu.be/oW-Qk6--oPA

    Kids today, hell, even many adults today, don't know what a hard life is. We lived in the mountains when I was growing up. We used wood for heat, for the cook stove, to heat water to take a bath. Frigging sissies today would have a cow if they had to go back to "the good old days" because they were not good. Not bad either, just life and it was a hard life. And it takes hard men and women to live it. The snowflakes we hear about every day these days would starve or freeze to death before they could figure out how to take care of themselves.

    • This is trail life and American heritage too StrinaM

      https://youtu.be/W3ID8DebUQ4

      My grandparents were not Okies, they came to New Mexico from east Texas, the Caddo Lake area. But the reason was the same, go west and try to make a better life for the family. We were poor folks but everybody worked. Even us kids when we got big enough to tote a bucket of feed or water. I loved school when I was young, it was nothing compared to the work if I was at home! I remember when my youngest brother was born. The timber ran out so my family moved out of the mountains and started working in road construction. We lived in a 8 wide, 40 foot long trailer. All us boys slept in the same bed. I was about 10, maybe 11, when my parents bought a 10 wide, 55 foot long trailer and it had a big bedroom for us boys. They bought bunk beds, a triple on one side of the room and a double on the other. We thought we were shitting in tall cotton! We had our own bed! And I lived in that trailer until I quit school and went to work. And bought my own little trailer. Then I joined the Coast Guard and believe it or not that was the first time I lived in something besides a "mobile home" since we left the mountains and the old adobe house I grew up in. We grew up poor but we didn't stay that way because my family knows how to work. After I got out of the service I went back to heavy construction work. I made a shitload of money because I know how work with explosives and can operate any piece of equipment on the job. Brother 1 got into electronics while in the service, used his G.I. bill and went to a tech school. Intel hired him and he moved to Oregon. And retired after 35 years working there. Next brother has been working in the telecommunications business since the middle 1980's and is ready to retire in two years. Next brother down owns an automobile repair shop, with 10 employees. He can fix anything and his employees better be able too. Baby brother retired after working at a rural electric co-op after 25 years. He now works for his son who builds custom cabinets for fancy homes and they are making tons of money because they are good and word of mouth is the best advertisement there is. I guess my point is anyone can make it in America, all they have to do is work for it. Just because you are born poor does not mean you have to stay poor.

    • Kiddo, people don't know what hard living is these days. No electric, no gas, oil lamps for light, up at 4 in the morning to milk and do chores. Then it was time to wash up, put on our "school clothes" and eat breakfast. Go to school then get home around 4pm, change clothes again because mom would whop the crap out of us if she caught us wearing our school clothes while doing chores.

      Work in the field cutting or baling hay. Saddle up and check the cattle up in the high country. Clean out the barns, hog pens and chicken coop. Dad would get home close to dark and it was time to feed, water and milk again. That is heritage, that is what made America the country it is. Hard working people who may not ever be rich but they damn sure didn't let anyone get in their way. And I am damn proud to one of them Americans and a veteran too.

      By the way, how is your husband doing! Only a few weeks more and he should be home! When he gets there you give him a big hug then give him another one from me. Tell him this old veteran is damned proud of him!

        • And we never gave mom any lip, that was an invitation to get backhanded across the mouth. We kids couldn't get away with anything either. My great grandmother was my first grade teacher and she didn't put up with shit from nobody, especially us kids. We couldn't get away with anything because everybody knew everybody. The only black folks I knew at the time moved to New Mexico with my grandparents, I don't remember their names, but he worked for my granddad in Louisiana so they moved here with Pawpaw. We walked past their house from school and that woman always had a cookie, some cracklins or chitlins for us when we went by. But if she caught us doing something wrong she would whop our butts then drag us home by the ear to our mothers and tell them what we were doing. That, of course, led to another butt whupping. People with children were married back then. Mothers took care of the home and kids so their men could concentrate on working to earn enough to get by. And believe me those women, like my mother, were just as tough as the men.

  • Are they going to teach the boys how to make a tampon out of stuff they find in the woods?

    • Kill a rabbit, skin it, then wear it hair up with undies holding it tight. Problem solved. Gotta make sure there are a lot of rabbits around, 6 or 7 days takes a lot of fur. (snicker)

    • Quick woodsman tip: two odors that bears love and will travel miles to investigate are the smell of toothpaste and the smell of a woman on her period. So never go backpacking with toothpaste in your pack, but if you happen to be with a woman who requires toothpaste and it happens to be that time of the month, you're safe. Because the bear will walk right past you to get to her.

      • LMOAO...I grew up in northern New Mexico, up in the mountains, and we hunted bear all the time. Pawpaw shot a black bear one time that weighed over 300 pounds, he was a big boy. The meat isn't bad if you boil the fat out of it first then do a roast, cut it into steaks, or cube it up for a stew. But I never heard your story before. Maybe that is why none of the women in my family went on a bear hunt!

        • Yeah, I can eat just about anything but bear is too full of fat the way it arrives in the carcass. I had a bear burger in the UP once and it was oozing so much fat it soaked the bun in a most disgusting manner, and I didn't sleep a wink that night.

          • That is why I said up front, gotta boil the meat first to get rid of the fat. Then roast it, cut it up into steaks, whatever you want to do. When I was a kid we ate opossum, raccoons, rabbits, deer, elk whatever pawpaw or dad could get. Boil them a little to get fat out of the meat then cook it like pork or beef or chicken. Wasn't the best eating but it beat the hell out of having nothing but corn pone for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I remember mom cooking a bunch of corn meal mush, corn pone, for our breakfast, then using the leftovers to make johnny cakes for lunch. Johnny cakes was corn meal mush fried in a little bacon grease. And we ate them because that is all there was. The entire family stepped up to help when butcher time would come in the fall. Dad would start a fire in the front yard, put a 55 gallon barrel on it and fill it with water. When it was boiling the killing started. Kill a hog, gut it then dip it in that hot water and start scraping the hair off. Then us kids would start toting the fat to the women in the kitchen so they could render that fat down to lard to be used for the next year. And the yummies left behind were better than popcorn. Cracklings, same as the pork rinds you get at the store only much better, was what we had as a snack. Those were the good days and I could not wait to get away. Now here I am years later doing the same damn thing. Funny how life goes around isn't it!

          • I love rabbit. Used to have a friend who would sit on his back porch with a shotgun and kill the rabbits that tried to raid his garden. Then he would skin them, cut them into pieces, and bring the meat to me. Then one day his damn wife said, "Why are you doing all that work so he can eat them? Let him skin his own rabbits." Women. She must have been having a bad hare day.

          • A bad hare day? lol...Once, sometimes twice a week I get a rabbit, they are all over the place here. Fry them up just like chicken!

          • Moose is disgusting too. My sister made me a mooseburger (she's in New Hampshire) I about puked.

          • It's all in how the animal is processed. One sister-in-law is from Maine and she has fixed moose burgers for us many times. Pretty tasty too.

            I have seen guys who didn't know how to gut and skin deer and elk and the meat ends up being inedible. Gotta know what you are doing or pay someone who does to process your kill.

  • I assume this means they'll disband the girl scouts then if it's going to be all gender neutral? Maybe they should lengthen the name to the Non-gender Specific Scouts of America?

    Fricking PC idiots.

    • Maybe they should just put them all together in one group with a historically significant name -- like "Young Pioneers".
      [img]https://i.imgur.com/KKmkdAu.jpg[/img]

      I'm sure it's what they REALLY want.

      • Interesting concept and I like it. One of my great grandmothers lived until she was almost 100. She told me stories about how they came to New Mexico in a Conestoga wagon and settled in New Mexico when she was a child. Pioneer women did a lot to help settle our great country. They stood by the men and fought the Apache, Comanche and Souix. They planted gardens and did all they could to help feed the family. They protected their children like a mama bear when their man was off working.

        Women, strong women, like my grandmothers and my mother, they were very important to the development of our nation. So I would go for your Young Pioneers idea. Boys and girls, men and women teaching them what it takes to survive. I could live with that.

    • The girl scouts are already gone. It happened the day the leaders decided that "transgendered" boys could join them.

      • Yeah, neither of them will be the same again. I remember there has been some controversy about their inclusion policies.

        Maybe they could solve the controversy by requiring chromosome testing for potential members. Of course that would lead to more of the whole "I identify as" nonsense.

        • If I still had kids at home I wouldn't let them join Girl Scouts, Boy Scouts, any of it.

  • Just so sad what the PC lefties have done to a once-great institution. I have so many great memories. I had the best of both worlds: first my troop was a "jamboree troop" which meant we traveled around in multiple pickup trucks with big heavy canvas Army-surplus tents and big totem poles and participated in things like the Klondike Derby where Scouts would pull a sled through the snow like we were sled dogs and then race around a circuit performing Scout skills. We sucked but we had a blast. Try hooking a bunch of girls up like sled dogs and telling them to pull the sled through the snow... see how that works. Then a new scoutmaster came in who was a backpacker and we switched gears and learned how to live in the wilderness with just what we carried on our backs. I remember backpacking through the Porcupine Mountains for a week, being chased out of a camp by black bears, getting myself covered in leeches when I went swimming, sliding down a natural rock water slide in the river (we didn't have swimsuits by the way so we were naked... how's that going to work with girls along?), almost getting washed away by a flash flood, and I remember starting our cooking fires one evening in a dry riverbed and having the rocks we had lined our firepits with suddenly start exploding like grenades. Apparently they had water in them and when they got hot the water turned to steam and KABOOM. You know what BOYS do when their firepit rocks start exploding? They laugh and think it's just about the greatest thing in the world. And they crawl through the explosions after their cooking gear and food like Marines on Iwo Jima and think THAT'S ALSO the greatest thing in the world. "Did you see Timmy almost get his face blown off?" "Yeah, that was great!" We have almost no place left where boys can learn to be boys. This is just so sad.

    • Hahaha, you city kids are funny. Us country folks have always known that you don't build a fire pit with river rock.

      You ever get to hunt snipe? Fathers would tell their kids to take this paper grocery bag and tell the boys you have to make this coo, coo sound to draw them in and you could catch them in that paper bag. I was about 12, maybe 13, on a hunting trip with my grandfather and my dad when they pulled that trick on me. I wandered all over the place doing the coo, coo thing before it dawned on me, they were pulling my leg and laughing like hell back at camp.