When I was 6, I was pretty upset with the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics’ First Secretary Nikita Sergeyevich Khrushchev. The shoe-pounding commie B-word so-&-so was scheduled to visit the U.S. in 1956, an hour from our Chatsworth ranch.

OK. Fine. Détente and all that. But President Dwight David Eisenhower gave the green light for the Great Bear Mother Russia’s dictator to visit the brand new amusement park an hour away in Anaheim. I think the place was called, “Disneyland.”

The socialist peasant even got in for free.

Upset with my parents, I pointed out that the godless dictator was going to romp about The Happiest Place On Earth and I, a daily Pledge of Allegiance reciting/American flag-saluting first-grader — wasn’t. In fact, I wouldn’t see Disneyland until Grad Night, 1968, my senior year at Hart High, forever home of The Mighty Indians, put that in your pipe and smoke it you dullard woke school district trustees who recently changed the mascot name to the Cornish Game Hens or some such bird-brained handle.

Food was awful. Had an absolute blast.

Haven’t been back to Disneyland in 15 years. Heard the food’s still bad. And, expensive. Heard they raised the prices. It’s now like $12,500 to get in, $22,500 to get in if you have a kid with you and parking’s $27,500 as long as you don’t park on the premises. Illegal aliens? They get in free.

A wag on social media recently noted: “Do you know why Mickey Mouse wears white gloves? So he doesn’t leave fingerprints on your wallet.”

Except for the PC/Woke counterculture........

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