The Boy Scouts of America depress me: Get Lost, Kid! The Cub Scouts tell the mother of a retarded boy her son’s no longer welcome.
Eldest Son was a Cub Scout for a couple of minutes (no, it was actually years), and it was a toss up whether the religious bigotry, militaristic symbolism, or widespread discrimination against the disabled was the most irritating. (In hindsight, the most irritating thing about Scouting was the Pinewood Derby.)
My beloved was never a Boy Scout; he was a Ranger, which he describes as without noble goals but a hell of a lot of fun.
Dammit! I hate it when my most cherished childhood memories get flummoxed by the selfish/idiot actions of narrow-minded, short-sighted … idiots.