First it was Friendster, then it was blogging, then it was Myspace, then Facebook, now Twitter. I don’t know about you, but I’m getting a little sick of this whole being social thing.

Twitter, that went from being a way of micro blogging your innermost thoughts is now a psycho social phenomena of the highest order. Thankfully, I really couldn’t give a crap whether or not Demi and Ashton are making plans for sex and dinner via tweetpics.

It’s the crass, disturbing and frequently demented side alleys that pop culture has taken with Twitter though, that really tickles me these days though.

Hip-hop has full embraced twitter as its own. Who needs to kiss their girl through the phone when Mistah Fab wants you to hit him on Twitter? Even the world ’s whitest dancehall MC in the form of Andy Milonakis is gonna twitter dat. Hell, even Miley Cyrus took to Youtube for a rap about it.

The class of Twitter thought has to be the dead and fictional, many of whom have taken on a life of their own in quite an unexpected fashion. My personal favorite has to be Cobra Commander’s Twitter feed. A deeply underrated evil genius, it exposes the lighter side of everyone’s homicidal mirror faced guy.

The big trend out of the UK has to be the rise of 17th Century writer Dr. Samuel Johnson whose smack talk on everything from the X-Factor to his fellow 17th century brethren is truly gut busting. He’s followed closely by Sir Robert Walpole, Britain’s first prime minister and royal astronomer Edmund Halley of Halley’s comet fame. True gangsters of the 140 word quip, if you can translate the olde English, you’ll love it.