Some people argue that it's a necessary evil in a society that craves information, but most regard it as a gross violation of privacy and hope that something is going to be done soon. Meanwhile, almost everybody keeps checking this stuff out, thus giving the paparazzi a reason to continue to do what they do. Being in this field, I should not be making any comments on this issue but even I get pissed off sometimes at the nerve of the lens-wielding folk out there. While some are polite and keep a respectable distance, some of them think about nothing more than to stick that camera in your crotch and when you're walking down the street.

So the big story this week has got to be the Britney drama that literally took over the world. People here were sitting in front of their computers, utterly silent in amazement, watching live feeds, all but transposed in the story that was developing before their eyes. The deafening silence of the office was broken now and again by a gasp of surprise or by hysterical laugh brought on by nervousness. Wagers and predictions were made on the side of the room if Britney was still alive or if she'd taken down one of the kids with her. In the fuzzy, dark images of the driveway swarming full of cops and ambulance workers, all of us were struggling to get a glimpse of the wreck that was once Britney Spears.

And then she finally came out on a gurney, bound at the feet and with a stupid look on her face, a frozen grimace that to most of us looked like a smile but to me it looked like that face a kid makes when he gets caught doing something stupid. The footage we saw was being taken form a helicopter and the cameraman took the time to shoot the street lining up to Brit's house packed full of paparazzi. I bet 99% of all the camera hounds in the city (and even some from abroad) were present there. At one moment it even occurred to me that this would have been a great time to knock over a bank - hell, you could even take a shot a Fort Knox with all the eyes of the world fixed on the back of the ambulance.

As the ambulance started making it's way to Cedars Sinai, the real show began and it's the one thing that gives the title to this article. Cop cars were trying to cut a path for the ambulance through the hoards of paparazzi and that's when everyone started going crazy. I think the images with photogs running like mad down the street chasing the ambulance and snapping from time to time as soon as they got close enough to the back window while screaming "Britney, Britney" will stay with me forever. Two things occurred to me at that point: one - you have to be in f**king shape to be a paparazzo these days and two - the whole world is mad as hell and we are all gonna burn in the fires of hell.

But seriously, seeing grown men and women act like mad kids and chase down cars screaming is one disturbing visual. What some people won't do for a paycheck! Anyway, I thought the guys there did a pretty good job in keeping up with the hospital vehicle and they even got some decent shots from what I saw on the net the following day. Real professionals I tell you. I bet these guys get more physicals than policemen and FBI agents. When they're not shooting, they're in the gym bulking up and building stamina. I think I even remember a funny situation with paparazzi and Zac Efron who tried to outrun them but he wound up in last place in the that race.

I wonder why they don't turn it into an Olympic event - the Brit 100 meter dash (or maybe even a relay race when Brit goes on for distances longer than one mile). That way, the American Olympic team will have to be made up of paparazzi and woe upon those who don't give them the medals - they'll have a media scandal on their hands! If you can imagine a dialogue between Brad and Angelina at night, right before going to bed, then that goes a little something like this:

"Oh Brad Honey, I'm so tired!"

"Why honey? Lots of work?"

"Neah, I got chased today by a gold medal-winning paparazzo. I'm telling you, those guys just keep getting faster each day!"

"Are they now?"

"Yeah, I was doing 70 in a 50 mile zone and the guy was still banging on my car window screaming Angelina! Angelina! And taking snaps of little Shiloh - I mean for crying out loud, he even had time to zoom in and frame the shot!"

"Sounds like a real pro! All I got were some lousy bronze medalists! As soon as I sped up on my scooter, I lost them round the corner!"

"Oh Brad! You're so manly! Let's make love!"...

Goodnight y'all, have a good weekend! Try not to have too much fun. I hear it can be hazardous to your health and I wouldn't want to lose any of my precious readers, the few ones that I got.