Britney is the world

What I mean by that is that I really think Britney is just a symbol of what is happening to our world. It's going to hell in a handbasket and so is the "pop princess".

I like Britney. I don't understand what is happening with her. All I can do is speculate. I was worried that we were going to end up with another famous blonde in the morgue, but she's not even blonde anymore. I said the other day that I wish she was married Sean Penn. At least he would have tied her up. Which is what I would do with her if I knew her. Grab her, throw her in a room Trainspotting style, until she gets straight the hard way.

But honestly do we even know if she's on anything?We have no idea what's really going on with this girl and it seems like the people who probably do are too retarded to do anything useful about it.

When I was young we had teen pop stars like Debbie Gibson and Tiffany. I used to dream about being like that. I fantasized that I would move to NYC at 14 and become a sensation. And to see what fulfilling that kind of dream has done to Britney, I can hardly understand it. But I think it has everything to do with the world we live in. It's too fast, too confusing. You don't have time to adjust to anything. We're all on a speeding train and poor Britney has become the poster child for it. We're all going to crash if we don't get our collective shit together. But Britney is the one doing it out in the open, on camera, for everyone to see.

Where are her friends? Did she ever have any? Would she know them if they came? I think as a general rule we all have to leave her alone.

If I could speak to her. I would say, firstly, get the hell away from Los Angeles, Las Vegas, New York, any place where you've been. And by all means DO NOT GO HOME. Going home to the parents is a bad mistake. You've got a shitload of money. Buy sanctuary with it. Go somewhere secluded, where you can rest and look at a view. No cellphones. No "friends". No nothing but Britney and a place to rest. And then just do that. Rest. Sleep. Don't look at the news. Don't listen to the radio. Just complete rest. And when you think you're ready to come home. Don't. Rest for another week, then reconsider it. You've got to get yourself right for your babies and for yourself. You can't take care of them until you work out whatever it is that's got you to this place. We all fall down. There isn't anything wrong with you. The only thing that is wrong is not trying to get up. If all else fails, watch Rocky Balboa. I'm not kidding. It will help.

Otherwise, let's leave her alone. The constant attention obviously isn't helping her.