Today marks the end of Fleet Week here in NYC, although there with be sailors in uniform here in the city for weeks to come that are not part of Fleet Week.  I might just be the only one that’s glad to see those guys get out of my city.

Yes, I am very grateful for people volunteering their time, lives, and for all the skills that they each bring with them to serve and protect our country as a whole, however, I’m not a fan of drunken sailors running through the city thinking that they are kings of the world - which happens in NYC in late May each year.  Not by most of them, but only a few rotten ones ruin the bunch.

Plus what I really see when I see these allegedly good boys running around our city in uniform, is something that is different than what most see, and it’s based off of what a former Navy man told me about his trips overseas.  I always picture all of these sailors in their white uniforms waiting on long lines for the nurse station back at their ships after stopping off in foreign ports, and partying with the local prostitutes, who in turn gave them some burning stds - literally burning, how they would be holding themselves on their crotch, and doing little dances to try to keep their weiners from what I’m told from burning off completely.

Next time you see a sailor, just imagine how he looked while waiting in line to fix his syphilis after stopping port some 6,000 miles away.Â