Yeah, I know, I should be ashamed of myself for doing this, but so probably should you, as there is a good chance you were led to this page by a Google or other such search engine device, and may be here for the first time because of it. So what do you have to say for yourself?
Okay, okay, here's my excuse-besides trying to increase my page views, that is. As a pagan, I can draw a very real correlation to the star struck adolation that Spears and other media celebrities enjoy, and encourage, as being similar to a kind of perverse idolatry. Hollywood movie and television personalities, as well as recording stars,are, in a very real sense, living gods and goddesses.
So don't bother me with this nonsense about how they are only human, they put their pants on one leg at a time, etc., because it's not true. We won't let it be true. That's why when Brittney Spears was photographed driving while carrying her baby unsecured, in her lap, it drew such media attention. A mere mortal,of course, would have been fined, and possibly even jailed, and would face the prospect of having both license and child removed from her possession.
In the case of Brittney Spears, the reaction was a bit more benign. The police showed up at her property and told her that if she ever needed assistance to be sure and contact them. Talk about idol worship.
Or, maybe they were to an extent at least subconscously wanting to get a piece of that ass, after all, her bodyguard probably is, why can't they, the much beleaquered public servants who protect us from crime, yeah, right.
Oh, I almost forgot, yeah, the bodyguard. Has anyone ever known of a time when Broccoli Spears has ever appearred in public without a crowd of fawning attendants in her company. I mean, hell, every time you see her, she is leading a procession of courteirs that would be the envy of any visiting dignitary.
So why this one time was she out and about with just this one bodyguard-especially with the baby? That's the one aspect that makes it difficult to overlook. A media celebrity out with just one bodyguard, fine, but with the baby along, you would think caution would dictate extra protection in the case of the unexpected appearrance of a nutcase.
A clue, this is a typical trick of unfaithful wives everywhere. "Hey, honey, I'm taking the baby out for a ride (or walk, etc.), be back in a bit."
"Okay", responds the unsuspecting cuckold, "be sure and take a bodyguard"(or friend,such and such neighbor, etc., in more typical cases)
"Oh, sure honey"-(clears throat to regain composure)-"thanks for reminding me, I guess that' s a good idea. "
"You should remember that, babe, there's all kinds of nuts out there. Some of them can be real dicks."
"Uuuhhh-yeah, they can, sweetie. Well, talk to you later. Love you honey. We won't be gone long. Maybe an hour or two."
Of course, the papparazi, those fiends, will never miss an opportunity to photograph Brittney and her adorable, precous baby, so how could they resist, after spotting the bodyguard entering the restaurant, with Brittney and baby out in the car. You would think she would be somewhat relieved they were there, annoying as they are, they are at least assurrance of some inadverdant protection.
But no, she freaks, this goddess, and flees, leaving the hapless bodyguard barely enough time to hop into the front seat passenger side. You know what they say about a guilty conscience. The guilty goddess flees when no one pursues. Well, okay, they were "pursuing", but not after what she thought they were after, i.e., newspaper evidence of a breaking new celebrity scandal.
So, see there, ain't you glad Google brought you here. Learn something new everyday. And if you are one of the police that ever so gracously offerred your assistance, take note of this. With just the proper approach, you just might get you a piece of that ass yet.
