Anyone familiar with American military folklore is aware that the typical sailor in the U.S. Navy is considered to be a master at the application of profanity, i.e., a virtual fountain of four-letter words when uttering an ordinary sentence.
Anyone who has spent any amount of time in or around a military facility which has both Navy and Marine Corps personnel stationed there understands that the typical sailor is a mere amateur in the use of such language when compared to the typical Marine trooper.
As you might recall, yours truly is a former member of the aforementioned elitist, arrogant, profane group known as the Marine Corps. And, as a former First Lady, the evidently vivacious Eleanor Roosevelt, once proclaimed:
"The Marines I have seen around the world have the cleanest bodies, the filthiest minds, the highest morale, and the lowest morals of any group of animals I have ever seen. Thank God for the United States Marine Corps."
-- Eleanor Roosevelt, Quantico,Virginia, 1945
Now, then, who among you wishes to argue with a former First Lady? No one? All right. Back to the subject on hand.
Ordinarily, I use profanity very sparingly. I unloose it only when I wish to verbally beat someone into the ground, which seldom happens, or when I listen to Barack Obama lie on television, which sometimes happens daily. But, in recent months, I have found myself using it in virtually every sentence I speak or think to myself. A few times, I have caught the attention of others with my mumbled oaths.
I mentioned this fact to a friend a few days ago. The response was this: "You have been living alone too long. You need to have a woman around you."
To which, I replied: Amen.