It's who you know... or who knows of you.

Hollywood's favorite fugitive Roman Polanski is coming home. I am not even sure if the plane has landed back in the States yet and people are asking if this is all worth it. I mean, it was only unlawful sex with a 13-yr old girl. Big deal! If he were Muslim, she'd be one of his older conquests. Or wives.

But the facts are that unlawful sex with a 13 year old girl is only what his actual charge was at the end. He was actually accused of drugging, molesting, raping and sodomizing the girl at the home of Jack Nicholson after telling her mother she was being photographed for French Vogue. Somewhere along the line he was allowed to plead down which is disgusting on its face.

I'm thrilled the mother wasn't so starstruck she refrained from charging the monster with the crime. Because that is what he is: a monster. A child-drugging, child-raping monster.

He could be beloved, living it up on the beautiful sands of Panama City beach, drinking hurricanes and surrounded by bevies of beautiful blondes all vying for a gig in his next film. Instead he'll be beloved and hopefully, rightfully... and finally... imprisoned.