Yeah, in honor of the delusional International Transgender Day of Visibility I was going to poke fun at a bunch of misguided transexual human beings today — but opted for something meaningful instead.

Today is World Backup Day and it is infinitely more important than some woman thinking she's a man or some man thinking he's a woman.

Wasn't that much more interesting that writing about some transexual idiot like Dr Richard "Rachel" Levine the genetic man who thinks he is a fugly woman?

Just because you think you are something does not make it so. Backing up your data is a real time protection in this world full of poor decisions like most of those by the Biden administration.

Around 1992 — back in my oldie but goodie VHS tape days — I saw a rather disturbing movie called Radio Flyer.

It starred Lorraine Bracco, John Heard, Adam Baldwin, Elijah Wood, and Joseph Mazzello and was about the reminiscing of a father regarding his own childhood.

He and his sibling relocated to a new town with their cannine after the remarriage of their mother to a rather brutal stepfather who subjects the younger brother to physical abuse.

There is an element of fantasy involving the older brother who converts their toy wagon called Radio Flyer into a plane to fly the abused child to safety.

When I was a kid I had a little red wagon. I think it's a right of passage. I had it long enough for the paint to fade and accumulate various dings along the way. I would go hither thither and yon from time to time pulling my youngest brother around the block in it which he seemed to enjoy immensely.

"I'm going to fix your little red wagon" was something I sometimes heard in warning regarding the various trangressions children invariably make and I don't recall any serious consequences of that somewhat milder threat I've known over the years.

The last Wednesday in March is Little Red Wagon Day.

It honors the little red wagon of childhood legend and lore.

That "fixing" of your little red wagon was an admonition from my early childhood and nowadays celebrates those wheels upon which children everywhere likely have taken off on adventures.

Little red wagons are the hallmark of burgeoning freedom and adventure as the result of wheels acquired in childhood.

It is an element of my childhood that made it all special.
 

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.