A Staff Infection

Oh be still my bleeping heart! By now you have possibly heard the latest news regarding Arnold Schwarzenegger and Maria Shriver’s marital woes. Arnold! You putz! Are you friggin’ nuts or are the ones you have just as big as your ego? (Apparently so, from what we “know.”) You were sleeping (as it were) with a member of your household staff and had a child with her right under your wife’s stiff upper Kennedy-esque nose? That is a new low, even in comparison to Dominique Strauss-Kahn, IMF’s big mess who (reportedly/allegedly) can’t see a dress he doesn’t want to press.

It is a very embarrassing day for California’s former governor now that he has confessed to his latest “bad boy” behavior. And yes, of course he is “very sorry” and takes “full responsibility” for his actions. Don’t they all? Well, unless you are John Edwards. (Google “cad” and “liar” for further Edwards info.)

Good Gawd! These Menz of power in one form or another must constantly feel the urge to surge like the top-heavy waters are doing through the open Morganza Spillway flood gates right now in Louisiana. Open one portal and the waves come crashing in and over everything within sight, wreaking the proverbial havoc on the once settled homes in the land that are now completely under water.

There is always a sacrificial element to unbridled nature, isn’t there? As with the deliberate flooding of the Atchafalaya River basin to dump the watery excess recent southern storms brought to the swollen sea, these Menz in the news with their sexual misadventures splashed all over the world’s papers and screens, seem to forget the damage their wandering crotches can bring to loved ones – until they are caught carving more notches on their busy bed-head. As it were - again.

Roaming, cheating, bleating “power” Menz aren’t new. Just look at history in every country. Henry VIII of England is a classic example. He needed an heir, of course, but still…… Could that man have been more of a bad pill? Yet over the ages most of the “civilized” world has laughed at his antics, excused his entitled libido, and blamed the Boleyn sisters. Shame on you, Anne! Shame on you, Mary! You little conniving sluts! Oh, and Cleopatra! How dare she do the same as men with her hypnotic charms! It’s time to take up arms!

Is there a double standard here? Smirk. Wink-wink.

But let’s go back to Arnold: No longer governor he had nothing to lose but his wife and children with an admission of fathering a child his unknowing wife saw growing in another woman’s body. A woman who worked for the family for twenty years, no less. This time I doubt that he’ll be high-fived when he enters one of his cigar-clubs. The boys there know one thing: You don’t blow the smoke from those potent, pungent cigars in your wife’s face.

It’s one thing to be a known jerk who did little to help your state get out of a financial crunch, it is another to re-confirm your womanizing reputation, and give new meaning to the word “Californication.”