You Know it is Getting a Bit out of Hand...um, so to speak...

It's been a pretty good and heady blog week here at "RH" (that's what I call it when I want to sound très chic -- annoying no?).

We've added a new internet blogboy, Champollion, and DeDurkheim is becoming available to post again. It's also been a month and I think the black veil of depression is lifting from all of us. So, not bad all-in-all.

With so many important things in the world to blog about, I think its important that I tackle this vital issue forthwith.

You know Attaturk, being anonymous and all and completely unknown to most all of you in my non-Internet(s) personna, can state that I never go out of my way to watch porn. Because the miracle of the infobahn makes working hard to see pornography unnecessary.

But there should be limits.

It was bad enough when Pam Anderson's space-age polymers were videotaped coitally for posterity with her drug-addled rocker husband.

But now more and more celebrity sex tapes have made it to the internet. And what had once been the sacrosanct realm of the professional pornstars, desperate teenage runaways, and heroin addicts, is being ruined. Dammit there used to be standards!!

And now...well now the decline has continued unabated.

In the words of Bush I, "this cannot stand!" And if you think about the above video, that is true in so many, many ways.

What next? Ernest Borgnine's sweaty romp with Candy Crowley?