My daddy loved the taste of Whiskey. I saw him go through several phases of liquor preference and his favorite drink by far was the highball.

All that came to an end when the incompetent medical establishment in South Carolina tried to erroneously diagnose him with tuberculosis and placed him on totally unnecessary medicine which caused intractable joint pain and made his whisky taste bad to him.

Luckily he didn't last long enough to it to become a real problem but nobody knows what a bunch of buffoons they all were and I was not allowed to confront their stupid asses.

So today is World Whiskey Day. It reminds me of my late father and the piss poor medical care he was given at Richland Hospital.

Boo. Hiss. Die.

Anyway Whiskey in the United State began in the 1600 with Scottish immigrants of which my own maternal family line is derived.

So if you imbibe go for it. I remain a teetotaler by choice.
 

Faggots unite. Today is your International Day Against Homophobia, Transphobia and Biphobia — a day for all perverts to unite against the straight mentality and pursue that mental illness of yours which causes deviant sexuality.

LGBTQ issues are personal problems of those in our midst who believe they should have acceptance by all of the normal people. There is no room in my existence for idiots who believe they are not the sex they were born or others attracted to people with genitalia like their own.

My live and let live attitude gets tried more and more these days. These idividuals who would flaunt their abnormality and protest publicly that they should be recognized as who and what they are lack the decorum and comportment to assume respect. Well, my deference is earned and your public presence is a facet of that. So keep your little LGBTQ self away from me and we'll be fine. I don't OWE you anything, recognition, tolerance, or otherwise.

My only personal issue with the day itself is that recuring misnomer "phobia" which implies "fear". A person who fears you will not chop your pervert head off with a sword to remove you from their presence. A person who fears you will not attempt a head shot at 300 feet to remove your influence from their world. A person who fears you will not get in your face and let you know it's coming. No I don't fear you so "phobia" is an inappropriate term applied to me personally. As if that were the ONLY inappropriate element of your perverted existence.

Push your stupid misguided luck with some of us who are not woke LGBTQ idiots. Your biological sex is all you can be. All else is cosmetics. See what your attraction to those with your own sex organs gets you in the presence of the "straight" white man. I decline to be your lackey.
 

Not really big on marches. I studied them in music during my primary school years. While I have always been very patriotic, the parades with marching and such never thrilled me to any noteworthy amount.

It's likely due to the fact that I never took up playing some woodwind or brass instrument in the school band. Anyway for all my inherent musicality otherwise I never did much of anything in playing an instrument beyond faking it.

I opted instead for the songs and quiet times of reflecting on The Republic and all we had to offer prior to the criminal democrats assuming power and trying to rob us of our inalienable rights as they do daily.
 

Today is The Stars and Stripes Forever Day. It is held each May 14th in honor of a song written by the famous conductor and composer, John Philip Sousa. The song is a a patriotic American march written in 1896.

It became the National March of the United States in 1987. I will always take a moment to listen to a Souza piece for it's sheer patriotism and lively cadence.

God Bless America.