Oh, My God! Darlings, Is New Jersey A State Of Prostitutes??????????????????????

                                           I am telling you, when we pulled into the Woodrow Wilson service area for a rest stop, and saw all the assembled trucks gathered, some of them rocking back and forth with sheer abandon, I knew this spot was alive with prostitution.  Service stops on the Jersey turnpike are famous for them, and there was even one waiting outside the Men's Room I came out of.

                                            Meanwhile, inside was the greatest assemblage I have ever seen of American trash.  It was a like a massive cattle call of auditionees for "Judge Judy."  I wouldn't be a bit surprised.

                                             But, as all my girls on here know, if it is one thing I have, it is a maternal heart, room enough in it for all God's creatures.  That is why, before The New York Times starts its Neediest Cases Funds, I am asking all on here to help support a prostitute.

                               This may have looked elegant, back in the day, but it really wasn't.  These girls have a pretty hard time of it, working 24/7.  No holidays for them, and some have kids!  So, before dissing these Ho's, think about what they put themselves through, and the sleazy things they have to sell themselves to, in order to provide self support.  I am telling you, it is a crying shame.

                                  Now, you don't have to patronize a prostitute.  But if you see one wandering out of a truck, or prowling around searching for one, approach her with some kind words, a cup of hot coffee, and at least twenty bucks.  It could make a difference in her evening.

                                    Remember, Melina Mercouri worked "Never On Sunday."  These girls don't have that luxury.

                                      Extend Christmas wishes to those in  need.  And don't blame it entirely on Jersey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!