Topic Name: my favorful council
Topic Description: Dear Sir, I’m turning 18 now, a previously dedicated ‘public school student’ who happened to love the ideals upheld by The Boy Scouts of the Philippines. Here in our City, the Eagle Scouts were primarily the one who inspired me every activity. They were great, but not totally at that. For that is how we live our lives, always the better, reaching out for the best. Before I graduated high school, I finally made it to the rest of the rare breed of Scouts who made it to the highest rank, and I was inspired of the ‘ideal direction’ of the book “The Spirit and The Scout”, the author must have interwoven words— transforming every chapter as I turned pages hence. Despite the admiration I have with Scouting, I am writing about this Council Board member, the man who esteemed himself so much as “C******n of the Advancement Committee”. Yes sir, I am talking about Mr. H**** R*****o. He recently arrived from the United States, right? You yourself should have known because you were instrumental when he said he produced Eagle Scouts. The first time I met him sir, I was about to laugh about the way he look. His long face, like that of a ‘horse’—but his eyes were as sharp as the devil that every time I look at it, I have this fear of being driven away than being welcomed to join the movement. He said he was the first legitimate Scoutmaster in the city, boasted to be the first legitimate jamboree contingent head. He even put down the Unit leaders of almost all private and public schools even all-council members. For according to him, he was ‘actually’ the main source of those brainy plans, claiming to have been more than a gift of creation. But sir, maybe he became the “chairman” because he doesn’t handle any unit. He was, by the way, an object being talked about around the columns of Eagle Scouts, because according to him, it was his idea to put up ESOP sir. Then he questioned why he wasn’t called for that meeting, when it was his idea that ESOP be. I want to confirm this sir because my Scouts, Sea Scouts for that, complained that he was trying to make advancement sir. “Advancement” sir not in the point of Scouting rank system, but through chances, intimate, malicious, suspicious, and ridiculous for a “chairman”. When I traced his story, I learned that he’s responsible for rifts among groups in our city council; his tongue must have eaten a lot of substance that when my Scouts are in formation, his presence generates more of fear than of cheeriness, a “threat” than an “asset”. He talks damply against all people, oddly; for the day though, he kept on encouraging Scouts to memorize his name as if it was the only thing that matters. He doesn’t matter to us; I admit we were just forced to have him as a guest. WE don’t learn anything from him except that if one can’t recite his name perfectly, he raises his brows and sniffs on the dusty road we have, of course, its nearing election. Why are the council people so concerned with officials now who were just clinging to the “good archetype” of Scouting than publishing a book that has given light to a cause? One Scouter confirmed this that he came from a university. An instructor of the “Drum and Bugle Corps”, but he no longer teaches there because many complained about his attitude, that he was in fact hurting students with his “tiger claw”, that bouncing punch in the chest, and also the simple slap in the head plus insulting verbalizations not fit for a Scout. And yet, above all these, the council tolerated him, had been deaf about it all, whistling in spared meal treats with him and that feverish rum they use to have in the board room office. I am writing to be read…not intentionally to put him “down”. For I’m fully aware that after he came home from the United States, he was fondly compared as a “flea atop the Carabao’s head, which was conceited that it’s a Carabao as well”. Too bad, I didn’t believe in that firstly. The time he opened his new car, I saw the shining ‘speakers’ or his radio communication system…WOW. He boasted about his “new” thing, without “renewing” firsthand his attitude. The feelings of those volunteers, who had labored hard for years, were shy. Shy for the establishment itself. These volunteers were ready to listen, had sacrificed long & hard, we are that Eagle Scouts sir. We are the very victims of this man, but how long? We can’t talk to him about how things are for the benefit of the movement; he was by nature, infallible, that kind of unapproachable “kingly” sitting on top of a chair now that’s supposed to be for the true volunteers. I am lost now, Scouting now. Please be my big brother. Please sir.

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