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"The whole world's watching, the whole world's watching, the whole world's watching, the whole world's watching ..."

 

"And if they lock us up they lock us up and God give us the strength to keep going. Let's go."

 

From the debut album by Chicago Transit Authority. The song is Someday. Excellent album!

 

Ed Mori

Troop 1

1 Peter 4:10

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So your brother's bound and gagged

And they've chained him to a chair

Won't you please come to chicago just to sing

In a land that's known as freedom how can such a thing be fair

won't you please come to chicago for the help that we can bring

 

We can change the world rearrange the world

It's dying - to get better

 

Politicians sit yourselves down, there's nothing for you here

won't you please come to chicago for a ride

don't ask jack to help you `cause he'll turn the other ear

won't you please come to chicago or else join the other side

 

We can change the world rearrange the world

it's dying - if you believe in justice

dying - and if you believe in freedom

dying - let a man live his own life

dying - rules and regulations, who needs them open up the door

 

Somehow people must be free I hope the day comes soon

won't you please come to chicago show your face

From the bottom of the ocean to the mountains of the moon

won't you please come to chicago no one else can take your place

 

We can change the world rearrange the world

It's dying - if you believe in justice

dying - and if you believe in freedom

dying - let a man live his own life

dying - rules and regulations, who needs them open up the door

 

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What gives you the right hey you

To stand there and tell me what to do

Tell me who gave you the power

To stop me from livin' like I do

Remember if you plan to stay

Those who give can take away

Don't bite the hand that feeds you

 

Just one time I'd like to be somewhere where

None of your clever lies fill the air

I'm tired of your frozen smile and your voice of tin

Just might all gang up on you

Turn the knob and do you in

 

Remember if you plan to stay

Those who give can take away.

Don't bite the hand that feeds you

 

This never ending power play

"Tween Jealous greed and vicious hate

Is grinding us like giant millstones

But it can't be our only fate

It's time we got our heads together

And let'em know that we're awake

 

Those in the dark, you know they're no longer blind

They're breakin' from your strangle hold on their minds

Those that can see don't need no one to cross the street

Be careful who you're pushin' round

They just might find you obsolete

 

Remember if you plan to stay

Those who give can take away.

Don't bite the hand that feeds you

 

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There's something happening here

What it is ain't exactly clear

There's a man with a gun over there

Telling me I got to beware

 

There's battle lines being drawn

Nobody's right if everybody's wrong

Young people speaking their minds

Getting so much resistance from behind

 

What a field-day for the heat

A thousand people in the street

Singing songs and carrying signs

Mostly say, hooray for our side

 

Paranoia strikes deep

Into your life it will creep

It starts when you're always afraid

You step out of line, the man come and take you away

 

I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound

Everybody look what's going down

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Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'.

We're finally on our own.

This summer I hear the drummin'.

Four dead in Ohio.

 

Gotta get down to it.

Soldiers are gunning us down.

Should have been done long ago.

What if you knew her and

Found her dead on the ground?

How can you run when you know?

 

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.

 

Gotta get down to it.

Soldiers are cutting us down.

Should have been done long ago.

What if you knew her and

Found her dead on the ground?

How can you run when you know?

 

Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'.

We're finally on our own.

This summer I hear the drummin'.

Four dead in Ohio.

Four dead in Ohio.

Four dead in Ohio.

Four dead in Ohio.

Four dead in Ohio.

Four dead in Ohio.

Four dead in Ohio.

Four dead in Ohio.

Four dead in Ohio.

 

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So, after soaking up all the posts on this topic as well as a little song, I came to some realizations. I must say that I am sorry, Sorry I didn't realize that in virtual scouting, extending class "b" wear from summer to the rest of the year would result in me driving my boys around in the bed of my truck, on private property without permission, drinking beer and cussing while shooting pistols at street signs or any other G2SS violation. I didn't realize adults wearing a uniform will give more support to their boys and be more trustworthy than they now are (you can even trust them with money.) And the boys, they will go the furthest in the program, they will want to be there the most and follow policy. Heck, who needs BSA guidelines if anyone who puts on the "official" uniform can absorb all these great things from a piece of clothing.

 

Although I must say, I don't think my boys knew they were geeks, they thought they were like all of their friends, cool, in a great and fun program that did great things but made their friends think they "looked" like geeks.

 

My bad!

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Come you masters of war

You that build all the guns

You that build the death planes

You that build the big bombs

You that hide behind walls

You that hide behind desks

I just want you to know

I can see through your masks

 

You that never done nothin'

But build to destroy

You play with my world

Like it's your little toy

You put a gun in my hand

And you hide from my eyes

And you turn and run farther

When the fast bullets fly

 

Like Judas of old

You lie and deceive

A world war can be won

You want me to believe

But I see through your eyes

And I see through your brain

Like I see through the water

That runs down my drain

 

You fasten the triggers

For the others to fire

Then you set back and watch

When the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansion

As young people's blood

Flows out of their bodies

And is buried in the mud

 

You've thrown the worst fear

That can ever be hurled

Fear to bring children

Into the world

For threatening my baby

Unborn and unnamed

You ain't worth the blood

That runs in your veins

 

How much do I know

To talk out of turn

You might say that I'm young

You might say I'm unlearned

But there's one thing I know

Though I'm younger than you

Even Jesus would never

Forgive what you do

 

Let me ask you one question

Is your money that good

Will it buy you forgiveness

Do you think that it could

I think you will find

When your death takes its toll

All the money you made

Will never buy back your soul

 

And I hope that you die

And your death'll come soon

I will follow your casket

In the pale afternoon

And I'll watch while you're lowered

Down to your deathbed

And I'll stand o'er your grave

'Til I'm sure that you're dead

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PNWScouter-

 

Heck, all I was planning was to show that wearing the uniform sends messages- but your idea of having tghe uniform somehow transmit skills and knowledge would be pretty dang cool!

 

Do you think that would drive up the prices?

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Sunshine go away today

I dont feel much like dancin

Some mans gone, hes tried to

Run my life

I don know what hes askin

 

When he tells me I better get in line

I cant hear what hes sayin

When I grow up Im gonna make it mine

These aint dues Ive been payin

 

Chorus

Well, how much does it cost?

Ill buy it

The time is all weve lost

Ill try it

He cant even run his own life

Ill be darned if hell run mine..Sunshine

 

Sunshine go away today

I dont feel much like dancin

Some mans gone, hes tried to

Run my life

I don know what hes askin

 

Workin starts to make me wonder where

The fruits of what I do are goin

He says in love and war all is fair

But, hes got cards he aint showin

 

Chorus

 

Well, how much does it cost?

Ill buy it

The time is all weve lost

Ill try it

And, he cant even run his own life

Ill be darned if hell run mine..Sunshine

 

Sunshine come on back another day

I promise you Ill be singin

This old world, shes gonna turn around

And brand new bells will be ringin

 

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Hello Drockspur

My troop has a very lenient policy towards uniforms. We request that every member has a class A shirt with appropriate patches. We accept any pants/shorts that are fairly close to the right color. BSA belt and socks are never even considered. When we ask our people to wear full uniform, all we are asking for is class A shirt with green pants/shorts. Period!

 

There are only four occassions when we insist that our version of full uniform be worn. those are Boards of Review, Courts of Honor, camporee flag ceremonies, and evening meal at summer camp. For all other events and activities it is left up to each individual to decide for themselves what they are comfortable wearing.

 

Some of us, myself included, wear the uniform to most activies. Some wear it only when absolutely required to. Most of us fall somewhere in between.

 

This is the only "Method of Scouting" that we substantially modify. This policy was in effect when I joined the troop several years ago and I see no reason to change it. In 1910, boys probably thought it was fun to appear in public wearing a military inspired uniform. Most of todays boys do not. A great many actually find it embarassing. I am proud to say that my troop does not recognize willingness to endure public embarassment as a membership requirement. An optional uniform for those boys or troops that desire one is fine and the concept has already been proven in the Venturing program. A mandatory uniform is every bit as anachronistic as close order drill with staves.

 

On a lighter note, the following was overheard at a recent roundtable: "Why are the same guys who are the most anti-gay also the most in love with Oscar DeLaurenta's fashion sense?"

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Hourman, distant associate and registered scouter,

 

"our version of full uniform

 

Are you, or were you, aware that no individual, unit, or council has the authority to alter the official uniforms of the BSA? That while a scout may not have a complete uniform yet the unit has no authority to make the uniform anything other than what the BSA says it is.

 

Was this known to your unit leaders at any time?

 

Yours truly

B:)b White

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