I have always been a sucker for babies. I always want to look at them and protect them from harm.

I always take a moment to wave to them in passing while shopping because it's important to me that they feel recognized as human beings and I want them to feel special if at all possible.

In a much more callous iteration ... say in my forties I wasn't always this way.

I think it has been one too many child falling victim to illness or mistreatment which altered my attitude towards the helpless.

Needless to say I'm pro life.

I do believe that in situations where birth defects are obvious or there is danger to the mother that pregnancy should be terminated at the option of the mother.

I try to maintain an open and honest mind regarding the unborn child and keep an even keel when the venomous feminists get to howling their unmitigated vitriol regarding their right to lay around and breed then abort the consequences with no other considerations aside from their feeble carnal wishes.

Today is The International Day of the Unborn Child. Held annually, it commemorates the unborn fetus and is held in opposition to abortion each March 25th.

It was established by the late Pope John Paul II and coincides with the Feast of the Annunciation.

Pope John Paul II viewed the day as one in support of human dignity, even that of a helpless unborn child.
 

In my younger days I was known to imbibe much more than I do presently.

When I was in the Navy I cultivated a taste for beer over the period of my enlistment.

I would also engage many a screwdriver as well as the occasional gin and tonic in the Enlisted Mens Club on base because at two bucks a snootful it just couldn't be beat.

Some nights I would stagger back to the BEQ and sleep in a drunken stupor til morning.

Nowadays, I keep a small amount of alcohol under the sink but haven't had a drink in several years.

I attribute this to that realization of my metabolic syndrome and the effects alcohol has upon it.

I tapered down from a few jiggers of Drambuie and Cointreau to the next to nothing I now consume.

I have a life long friend who can down entire bottles of most any liquor at the drop of a hat then ask for more.

I'm afraid this could never be 'me' for a number of reasons the LEAST of which is bars repulse me and are not a target rich environment for companions because I'm looking for friends and allies with a bit more in the way of sober insight.

Today is National Cocktail Day.

It is held each March 24 and notes the alcoholic drinks of which we are known to partake.

This day celebrates those concoctions that remind us of good times, good friends, and going out.

I won't say that I will never drink again. It's just highly improbable given my past efforts.

Happy National Cocktail Day anyway.
 

I have received a number of complaints regarding my allegedly mean postings regarding George Soros.

I am told that I should be more tolerant.

I am told that violence is never the answer.

While I restate my personal aversion to violence to these people I state unequivocally that George Soros and anyone who accepts his funds to undermine the United States of America are enemies of the state and deserve any harsh treatment they may encounter.

Death to George Soros the nazi.

Death to those who take his money.

Boo !
 

So this is Young As You Feel Day.

It is allegedly a day for losing ones inhibitions, taking the plunge, going for it, carpe diem, etc.

Those usual and customary expectations we place on one another are not in effect this day.

A day of rebellion as it were.

You can celebrate in a number of ways.

A new hairdo, interaction with a different age group, or even doing something unexpected.

Me, I'd like to celebrate by summarily executing George Soros and any United States dwelling democrat or progressive who leeches from his funds on live television and then taking care of their offspring in a similar fashion public and messy as well ...

You know, complete the job such that their nazi interloping libtard bloodlines disappear from the face of the earth. Stop them from poisoning the air by breathing it.

I'm as young as I feel.

Die meddling leftist libtard scum die.

Yes, quite a bit severe but the world would be a better place without this individual on the planet.

Luckily for him and his I remain nonviolent.
 

When I came across this reference and decided to do a blog entry I had a knee jerk reaction to thoughts of the television program now apparently in syndication called The Big Bang Theory with Mayim Bialik, Jim Parsons, Johnny Galecki, Kaley Cuoco, et al in that socially awkward show featuring the physicists and their adventures in life and love.

However, it seems the actual reference is the 10:28 am first trip of protons through the Large Hadron Collider at CERN.

The media called it as Big Bang Day. This year it is observed the 21st of March but has been known to traverse the calendar somewhat.
 

It is poignant to recall just how much the character Sheldon Cooper wanted to go there on a Valentines day jaunt with Leonard Hofstadter with diasasterous consequences involving flu like symptoms and and last minute stand in by Raj Koothrappali.

Shudders.

The reality of Big Bang Day didn't mark any new beginnings from the standpoint of our universe and nor did it mark the start of a new universe or make any striking changes in the particle physics of the moment — while it certainly did usher a new era of science.

Anyway I've read sensationalist literature regarding the exit of demons and such from the Large Hadron Collider which are quite a bit beyond the scope of believable science.

Suffice it to say that the research site is under construction and remains in flux while the alleged demons likely remain figments of those inquiring minds who read about them in the tabloid pulp fiction.

So happy Big Bang Day to you and I hope you too get to see the large hadron collider someday if that floats your boat.

I'm afraid I will be quite content to lack any and all of it including the alleged demons thank you very much.
 

Spring has sprung The grass has rizz I wonder where the birdies is

Mr. Davis Shull 10th Grade Home Room Wagener-Salley High School circa 1971