It’s in the stars, upheaval is everywhere. The dems have taken back the House and the Senate, Rumsfeld picked up his toys and went home... and Britney is finally dumping K-fed’s sorry ass.

Why should I care?

Why should I care in this truly momentous time what any ‘celebrity’ is doing?

Because- I’m morbid.

You know that that slimeball husband of hers is going to try and get custody of those kids based on those pictures of her driving around with her son in her lap- not to mention all the other mishaps. (Somewhere I read an article that referred to her son as Sean ‘perpetual accident’ Preston…that made me laugh until I had tears coming down my face.)

But will any judge let him have those kids? C’mon now.

It won’t matter if Britney comes to court draggin’ poor Sean ‘perpetual accident’ Preston by the foot and knockin’ his head around as she waves her arm around proclaiming: “Yer honor, I am a good muh-ther. I am. I AM!” (whack, thud)

The judge will still let her leave with those babies because K-fed…well, he’s an ass.   Period.

It will be a sight, though, I’m sure.

Won’t be as great as when Katie makes a run for freedom from Tom, though.