We can always count on Rosie O'Donnell to tell us what's on her mind via her blog, and Britney's current situation is no exception. This is what her latest reads:
"I remember the tunnel as it appeared on the news, lit by headlights, flashlights, red lights. Between the cement tall pillars was a heap of twisted metal. I saw it then, and I can see it now. Diana dead. She will be trying to get away, but they will chase her, just as they chased her into that church yesterday. There were dozens of them, jostling their way into sanctuary, elbowing past each other, just to creep closer to her. Even her last-minute, folded-hand prayers can't be kept sacred. There can be no silent moments in a crowd; no silence, and no secrets. At eight years old, she bravely stood before a microphone. By 17, she had sold 25 million records. Where were the sidewalk-skinned knees, the chalk stained hands, the monkey bars, the passed notes? A Disney set is not a childhood, no matter how many bright colors they use, or how cheerful the script. Not a girl, barely even a woman yet, they chased her. A mob of stalkers for whom no stalking laws have been written. Smother. Crush. Flash. Photo Credit. Even Dr. "Get Real" Phil got in on the action. Unreal. The tunnel is crowded now. There are only inches of separation between vulnerability and disaster."
Ah, quite poetic, Rosie. I'm not even sure she's trying to help with this haiku gone awry. It would be ten times more credible if she wasn't a person in the public eye. Way to call the kettle black and then just end up looking jealous.
