I'll be the first to admit that Fighter Pilots are not a community of saints. We wouldn't even qualify as reasonably dissipated alcoholic monks. We can get raunchy and maybe even under the right conditions set records for profanity. But there is a time and a place for such things.
Prime time television isn't that place. At least it shouldn't be.
But we seem to demand it in our entertainment. If we can't descend into middle school scatological commentary about bodily functions, wink-wink, nudge-nudge, then we simply aren't entertained.
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The total loss of American sophistication, culture and dignity seem to be proceeding at an accelerating pace.