Indeed there are several surreal things about the latest news at the Boy Scouts Jamboree in Virgina.
Four adult scouts died the other day when they pitched the center pole of a dining tent into a power pole. The details are bizarro.
Here is the relevant quote:
On Wednesday, a spokesman said the group had ignored scouting teachings by putting the tent under a power line. The Scout leaders also had taken the "somewhat unusual" step of hiring a contractor to help with the task ... Some Scouts witnessed the deaths of the leaders as the large pole at the center of a large, white dining tent came into contact with power lines.
Say huh?
Seems to me scouting was once all about self-reliance and being prepared.
But today's scouts hire a contractor to help pitch a tent?
What sort of values are they teaching these kids?
(I mean besides the values of homophobia, anti-atheism, and Jesus rules?)
Seems to me that just as you pack your own parachute, so too, you pitch your own tent. That's a God given fundamental. A no brainer. Yet these scouts paid someone to help them stand a tent up under power poles???
Pathetic.
But all that is nothing compared to today's news out of the Jamboree. You see, Boy George was scheduled to attend the memorial service. But Little Boots had to postpone "because of the threat of severe thunderstorms and strong winds."How's that for rugged individualism?
Quite the hero ain't he?
But worse than Little Boots demonstrating his wimp factor was the intestinal fortitude evidenced by 300 boy scouts:
But before the president's appearance was called off, many Scouts fell ill from temperatures that rose into the upper 90s, made worse by high humidity. Half of those were treated and released from the base hospital, about three miles from the event arena. Dozens more were sent to other hospitals ... Soldiers carried Boy Scouts on stretchers to the base hospital, and others were airlifted from the event. Jamboree officials called for emergency assistance from surrounding areas, and ambulances transported Scouts during a storm that brought high winds and lightning. Jamboree spokeswoman Renee Fairrer said she was not sure if any of the illnesses were serious. "If there are any, I haven't heard about them yet," Fairrer said. 
Of course the illnesses weren't serious. The boys felt a little hot under the collar and couldn't handle the discomfort. Let's put this in proper context:
These boys have been driven everywhere their whole lives. They've been air-conditioned in the summer; toasted warm in the winter. And so for the first time in their young lives many felt hot. Hot! How horrible for them to feel horrible! Some for the first time were actually panting for air. Call an ambulance! Hurry: they want their Mommies!
And to think somebody actually had the gall to call out helicopters to service their discomfort! Not ambulances for our precious chubsters! No no. Black Hawk Helicopters!
Whose paying for that?
Unbeliveable.
Scroll up and look again at that young sucker.
Look at his gut.
His legs.
His tit flab.
Today's Boy Scouts can stomach their stomachs but can't stomach the heat.
They are no longer boys... they are sissies.
