Drunken whores...why so many???

Now being the kind-hearted person I am, who never thinks ill of other people (yeah, right!!!), I am a little disturbed by the increasing amount of drunken whores in the world today. Admittedly, I partook somewhat of the lifestyle myself, more of the whoring part than the drunken part, but my God, there are limits people!!! Get ur shit together world!!!
The reason for my rant, is that we've only jes' recently opened our home to a drunken whore as a way to supplement our nest egg. Big mistake!!! After completely vaporizing our liquor cabinet in a matter of 2 days (that being a 26 of scotch, a bottle of wine, a mickey of rye and most of another of coconut rum), we find out that she's also a complete tramp who screws anything with a dick and is on the search for a "sugar daddy", as indicated by not being smart enough to close off a certain website on our pc containing her profile and reasons for being an avid member. Tsk!
Now, as for my checkered past as a slut, and the moments of vast alcohol intake, I cannot state that I'm an angel. But I've checked that shit at the door long ago. So why is it that people whom are more than a few years older than I, continue on this self destructive path? It's socially reprehensible, down right dangerous, and in our situation, endangers not only our serene home and the ability to continue living in it, but also my very fragile antique service ware and hand-made pysanky collection! I know, could I possibly be any more gay? LOL!
But that's besides the point. I really would like to get into the heads of these hedonistic pisstanks and find out jes' what the deal is about. Where is the pleasure in promiscuity, which in the deadened mind could result in the contraction of crotch-rot and possibly terminal crotch-rot to boot, unwanted FAS/crack babies, back alley abortions, being in a complete stupor, and being horribly sick for sometimes days afterwards? I jes' don't get it.
Maybe it's the eternal WASP in me that recoils at the thought of such depravity. Or maybe it could be the fact that I'm not too terrible impressed when some drunken bint stumbles through my dinette, crashing into the shelving unit displaying my collection of cranberry ware and drinking the house dry.
I implore the drunken whores of the world, knock it the hell off!!! Or at least get outta my house and destroy some other persons fine bone china.