So I’m reading some book or other about the Allies first full-fledged assault on the Third Reich following America’s entry into the Big One. It was apparently a total scuttle fuck. Operation Snafu if you will. Whatever could go wrong went wrong during the operation. Just for example, the instructions on how to operate the new-fangled bazookas and the weapons themselves were packed and shipped on different vessels. So when the boys got the hardware, they had no idea how to operate them.
Moving on…one of the points of departure for the 100 ship armada was Hampton Roads, Virginia, where thousands of people had migrated for jobs in support of the war effort. The docks and supply stations were teeming with workers. And multiple ships and their sailors were in abundance – all in service of the US of A. Of course, where there’s sailors on leave, there’s vice to offer a little entertainment. Predictably, Hampton Roads had its share of beer joints, burlesque houses and flatbackers – all in service of those who were in service of the war effort.
Naturally, the jails were chock full of rowdy sailors on leave and da goils who would gladly relieve them of their greenbacks. As for the cops who oversaw this motley crew, well, let us say they joined the party. Numerous sailors’ cash was impounded never to be returned. And get this! The po-po conducted orgies with their captive tube jockeys. Talk about foxes guarding the hen house. Cops fuckin’ ho’s right on the premises. Nice!
On the outskirts of town was a stockade of what was euphemistically called “girlie trailers,” where for a finders fee, cabbies would ferry sailors to do their thing. On any given night, you could see a line of hacks hanging out waiting for a fare they’d just delivered to the funhouse. Talk about double-dipping! A ride there…a ride back…and a commission for bringing business. Quick, Scotty! Print me up a hack license so I can join the fun.
The point: Boys will be boys. You might kill off TER and Backpage. But you won’t kill off a dude and his boner. Here’s a capital idea: Let’s criminalize the consumption of liquor. See how that works out. Oh, yeah! Not hardly. Been there and done that. Not happenin’.