Ladies and Gentlemen, Godzilla. And Other Observations.

The Arnold story consumes me. I'll be honest. I have nothing to hide. I'm not ashamed. I've blogged and commented on the subject, podcasted, name it.

Are you blind?! Look, let's be honest. Let's stop pussy footing and pretending that what's true isn't. This woman whom Arnold threw his marriage over is a beast. What the hell was he thinking? Or not. Good God, Arnold, we know that steroids have deleterious effects on a host of functions, was eyesight one of them?

This in no wise suggests that sullying a marriage and discounting marital vows is OK provided your paramour is attractive or handsome, but for crying out loud, Arnold!

I Tweet therefore I am. And would someone please explain to Arnie's daughter that if she wants privacy, then shut up! First, let's look at what the professional public victim writes about her sleazeball Daddy-O's dalliances.

Katherine Schwarzenegger, the eldest of the grab-happy governator's kids with Maria Shriver, scrubbed a message from her Twitter page that hinted she was ready to reconcile with him.

"Sometimes we forgive people cause we want them back in our lives," read the message that Katherine grabbed from another Twitter user and posted to her own account over the weekend.

On Monday, the post was deleted. Note to Katherine: Kate, there's no such thing as deleting a tweet.

"As my healing begins after this crazy week I ask for privacy!" she later tweeted. "This is only the business of my family and please respect that!" [Emphasis supplied]

Can you believe this kid? Look, I'm not making this up.

You see, nothing exists if it's not Tweeted. People don't experience life or death unless there's an accompanying Tweet or self-absorbed Facebook entry. These idiot kids -- and idiot adults, adolescents, in fact all people being idiots fall under this category -- have lost the concept of privacy and keeping things inside and internal. Not only that, people can watch and see and understand. Especially when YOU MAKE IT PUBLIC! Let me give you an analogy, albeit crude.

Picking your nose while you drive. Have you ever been driving and at a traffic light you look over and next to you is some guy diggin' for gold, knuckle deep nostril mining? He doesn't have tinted windows and you can see as clear as day this guy performing a makeshift digital lobotomy. That's what the comfort level of your car provides. It creates the illusion that you're invisible. That you can't be seen. That's Twitter and Facebook. And for the life of me I can't understand why.

But, God, I love this story.