Two people in the whole wide world have actually seen me go full-balls into the subject of the Boy Scouts of America (BSA). It wasn't pretty. My rant occurred the same night which caused me to swear off gin. I was knocking back gin and tonics like they were water. (I'd like to say this happened a long time ago when I didn't know any better, but I was in my mid-forties.) My rant started innocently enough with the subject of the British monarchy (unsurprisingly I am a small r republican), and then the BSA came up in conversation. That was the thing that spiraled me into a red faced, Bid them achieve me and then sell my bones state of mind.
But I'm better now.
However, the BSA is one of my, well, we'll call it pet peeve and not obsession. That sounds healthier, psychologically speaking. Their recent decision to allow some gay scout leaders in some of their troops requires derision. I thought I would give you all a chance for the airing of grievances -- even though its not Festivus -- over at my Patheos blog, Laughing in Disbelief. I wrote a post titled Boy Scouts Of America Fill In the Blank! I hope you go over there and lob a comment or two.
Otherwise, my kids are out of town next week. This summer has been a grind for me with working four jobs, getting the new blog off the ground, and making a good faith attempt at being a decent father. I plan to write the monthly email letter next week to Purgatory subscribers and catch up on some much needed sleep.