You will unravel it, won't you? How a megastar musician could be kept as somewhat of a slave in America. You've been reading the news. You figure it out.
If this were to happen to any American, we would be appalled. If they were a nobody walking the streets, we would be appalled to think that their right to govern their own life had been stripped away. No, I am not saying the mentally challenged should not be in conservatorships. I'm saying it should be clear Britney Spears is not crazy. She is in control of her senses enough that she shouldn't have slipped into a -- what do we call it? -- conservatorship, a state of affairs where someone is your guardian, making all your decisions.
You want to have a baby? Can't. We've a device planted in your body that won't allow that. You want to choose your own lawyer? No, let us give you our court-appointed attorney. You want to decide how your money will be spent? No, that is for us to decide. We will spend your millions for you. Oh, and we are going to send you to somewhat of an insane asylum. Your mental condition requires treatment. You will be watched so closely that you will dress and undress in front of your caretakers.
Of course, if Britney were going along with this -- if it were what she wanted and she wasn't objecting, then we might not blink an eye. And, perhaps that is exactly what has happened. America hasn't batted an eye because it seemed it was all fine to her.
Britney has a song that reveals how she felt enslaved. Yes, one of her hits speaks of it. She knew she was being enslaved, and she had her writers write a song about it. Go to one of her Las Vegas concerts. She opened with it, as if to say, "I come to you today as a slave, a sex slave, brought before you by my caretakers to provide you a sexually exciting show."
The opening song, it was, and it was as if to say, "Let me introduce myself. Here's what's going on. Here's why we are all here." Some dancers come out, march around for a while, then, the music stops, and a flume of smoke or vapor envelopes the center platform on the stage. As it, clears, a scantily-clad Britney appears, each hand as if handcuffed to a cross, and she is hanging not naked, but scantily-dressed before her viewers. She twists and squirms as if trying to escape and unable to do so.
Then, she releases herself so she can perform.
"You want a hot body? You want a Bugatti? You want a Maserati? You better work, b--ch! You want a Lamborghini? Sip martinis? Look hot in a bikini? You better work, b--ch! You want to live fancy? Live in a big mansion? Party in France? You better work, b--ch. Now, get to work b--ch!"
And, with that, she is escorted down the stairs from the platform to perform her show, the words "Now, get to work, b--ch" being the prompt. She wiggles her body and goes to the front of the stage. "Bring it on, ring the alarm. Don't stop now, just be the champion. Work it hard, like it's your profession. Watch out now, 'cause here it comes. Here comes the masher! Here comes the master!"
"Here comes the master"? Clearly reference to her caretakers -- the song spelling out what her "conservatorship" is all about.
Her and the other dancers roll around on the floor. ". . . Break it off, break it down. See me come, and you can hear my sound. Tell somebody, in your town. Spread the word, spread the word." As if to say, "The big show is coming to town, featuring the scantily-clad Britney. Tell your friends. Tell everyone to come see the spectacle.
The dancers are back on their feet. "Go call the police! go call the governor! I bring the trouble! Don't mean to trouble ya all!" As if to say, "Yeah, a show like this should be illegal. Forgive me for that. I really don't want to get anyone in trouble."
"I make the bubble up! Call me the bubbler! I am the bad b--ch! The b--ch that you're lovin' up!"
Has she enjoyed the role all along? Relished in it? Who knows. But now that's she's asking for her freedom, there should be not much pause while considering it. If she is asking for the conservatorship to come to an end, it should end as quickly as that.
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