The Confusinator

Reality to Earth . . . We've heard of this miraculous invention called zippers. Do any of you people keep them closed anymore?

The one problem you run into about talking about things which make you tilt your head in confusion is sometimes, well, they're confusing.

I thought that among the list of answers for the question "What do you give the man who has everything?" the answer would almost never be a child, especially if the man is married to someone else at the time and they're perfectly capable of having children of their own. Four times over, in fact.

There's plenty of blame to go around here if one wants to get into that, but I'm not even sure why anyone should care about blame at this point. We know about celebrities like the Governator and the people who float around them, living within their somewhat unstable auras, and as a result, things are invariably going to happen which they're going to have to try and shake off like water on a wet dog.

People get hurt though. Real people with real feelings get hurt, and just because someone with a big, er . . . Ego thought it was perfectly alright to play 'Upstairs, Downstairs' (Both at the same time) doesn't mean he had the right to do it. There was a consummate lack of common sense involved on the part of both Ahhhnold and what is to be referred to in any future divorce actions as 'the correspondent'.

George Carlin, in his monologue "I Used to be an Irish-Catholic" referred to what constituted a sin as " . . . Wanna. Ya gotta wanna. Hell . . . Wanna is a sin all by itself." The idea of sin notwithstanding, wanna, in this case, made people who didn't do anything to deserve it sad, left a wife hurt, (If not confused for long, given the legal reaction) and it left a lot of people shaking their heads, confused again. Most of us will shake off the confusion, but there are kids who are going to have to live with the results of the adults in their lives going through the usual motions of dealing with unthinking behavior after the fact. This includes one who probably found out all of the details the hard way in one large lump and has to deal with it.

This is one thing The Eraser can't erase. He can only pick up the pieces and make things as right as is humanly possible. Maybe someone will learn a lesson before the next time, or maybe the idea of someone learning a lesson is just my way of dealing with the confusion.

I think I'm going to look for something truly silly for the next time I make contact, fellow travelers. Funny ha-ha beats funny strange any day.