"Hasta la Vista, California"

Mark Morford suggests that maybe Arnold is not the answer (snippet):

Look. Let us be blatantly clear. The very last thing a massive and resource-rich state with a budget bigger than that of most European countries needs is a GOP cyborg with no political experience who gets his policy ideology from a sulky former governor and Republican shark, and who owns a fleet of Hummers and hasn't bought his own shoes in 20 years and whose glutes are far, far larger than his brain. What we actually need is someone deeply versed in California politics, in coalition building, in immigration and the environment and water rights and abortion rights and energy and the insane and absurd intricacies of the gorgeous mess that is California. We need an expert politician. A pro. Even a bland one, even Gray Davis. As appealing as it might be to "shake up" the status quo and hop on the Arnie novelty train, the basic rules still apply: You don't hire a sorority girl to run an international drug cartel, you don't hire a bass player to negotiate U.N. peace accords and, most of all, you don't hire a power-hungry egomaniacal actor whose monosyllabic ultraviolent movies have dumbed down the nation for the past two decades to run the most powerful state in the Union. Simple, really. Look. Jesse Ventura was a nice novelty, the nation's most recent celeb governor and political footnote: can't screw the country up too badly and even if he tries Minnesota's not really one of the big powerhouse states, so let's all just watch as he launches yet another embarrassing sound bite and pisses off the establishment and drives his state's economy into a brick wall. Whee. But this is much, much different. Arnie is to be the boorish Hollywood fake-grin governor, full of photo ops and Oprah appearances and big thick handshakes that mean nothing, of groped women and big corporate sponsorship and a quietly cheering squad of BushCo strategists behind the scenes, as the state gets quietly sucker punched. Keep the bums in place. They're the best we've got. Because otherwise, we are facing something perhaps Mary Carey, the porn-star candidate, knows best of all: If Arnie gets in, we are about to get thoroughly, royally screwed.