So What's Newz?

Where to begin this fine Monday morning? Should we traipse through the land of the American GOP Presidential Primary in New Hampshire, or wander into the electronic flashes of the paparazzi's cameras as they followed Prince William and Duchess Catherine walking the red carpet in the UK for the London premiere of War Horse?

Better yet, why not fall in line with all news outlets to welcome the latest Golden Child of the entertainment industry now that Beyoncé and Jay-Z have produced a baby girl while basically shutting-down an entire floor of a hospital?

What to do, what to do? The New Hampshire primary is a pivotal route for all presidential hopefuls to take if they are to win their party's golden gavel. From the way polls and pundits are tilting, Mitt Romney has quite a head start. So what else is new? How about getting all of these debates and primary's over and done as soon as possible? Thus far, the GOP "Choose Me! Choose Me!" Pageant has debated 20 times since last year. Enough is enough, don't you think? Talk is cheap, you know, although it costs a great deal of money to put on those shows.

I believe most thinking Americans know how tomorrow's vote will play out. It's akin to watching a film where one knows the ending within the beginning credit roll. May as well sleep through the details, eh? Or leave the room/theatre altogether and have the popcorn in the lobby/kitchen. Yawn.

With regard to the Royals trotting a carpet to watch a film where, once again, the ending is clear from the start, writing about what Kate wore (lace) and how people are ragging on William supposedly not holding an umbrella far enough over her head on their way into the theatre, there really isn't much news other than how strange it is for the future Queen of England to be allergic to horses. I wonder if she needed an antihistamine to get through the horsey tale (forgive me).

Actually, poor Kate may have to take antihistamines every day considering how the scent of horses must permeate every inch of every castle, lawn, and person with whom/what/where she lives/visits/walks/meets/greets. And for heaven's sake, outings with Camilla must be a sneeze-a-minute!

Alright then, it's on to Mr. & Mrs. Beyoncé and their secret private screening screaming during the now-named Blue Ivy child's delivery. (Okay, it was a C-section and not a labour of latex gloves...still...) It's understandable for anyone who is giving birth (and possibly shouting obscenities to their husband/partner/doctor/nurse in the process) to want privacy.

When one is a Diva and the other a Diva-Dude with peoples wanting to sneak around to get the first picture ($$$$$) of the blessed event, having strong security in place is obviously the way to go. But taking-over an entire hospital floor? Perhaps such excess could be excused were it not for this:  For Shame!

At least the "baby bump" watch is over - At Last!