Freedom for Britney: First Steps and Major Changes in the California and American Guardianship and Conservatorship System

Dear readers,

The following is a very important bio that I want Britney to read, and Britney, if you’re reading this, this is my message to you. You will be all right, and I hope you will take the time to love yourself and get up on your two feet and walk away from your father’s control.

Britney, if you didn’t know me before, you will know me now. I saw you in concert in Orlando, so many damn years ago, I was in middle school, you were a cultural icon then, and the milk mustachios were a big damn thing. It was a cute sticker that perched on my upper lip, as though I drank the Got Milk thingy. I didn’t, of course, but I love the songs you sang, and you even had a Britney wash. Herbal essence was amazing with you, and you had a great time performing I could tell. Britney, if there’s anything i want to tell you, it’s that my life was almost like yours is now. I had a guardianship at age seventeen, and I lost all or some or most of my rights, and my dad told me not to be with so many people. Like your dad, my dad was a total dickhead. My dad wouldn’t even let me marry Trenton, my partner, should he see that Trenton was darker than all the boys at Titusville High school. I hate that school because the professionals there would not leave me alone, and I was denied my chance to go to prom, have a magical experience, all that. My life was thoroughly ruined from birth, perhaps, and I should tell you I was emotionally abused for wanting to see the Backstreet Boys in concert, meet them, and be in the spotlight. Well, now I am going to write you a song. I want you to let me sing this because though you might be called a bad singer or actor, so what? You can still be an author, you can still be a thing to be reckoned with in the circles of corruption and those corrupt idiots in California and Florida have one thing coming. us. Britney, I’d suggest you get a book and read it, go to law school, or volunteer as a paralegal or something. Hey, you may not be blind, and you’re so damn beautiful, so you can get jobs easier than I will. But if we team up, well, I want to show you that it’s okay to be you and you need to fly. Spread your wings and fly, why don’t you. Just cut your dad and his pinions off, and go for a flight. You’re an eagle, fly as high as you need to, and let your voice be your guide. Just be yourself, and I’ll be there watching you spread your wings, flying like the bird on the wing you are. Britney, it’s high time you knew you’re a grown woman, and your daddy doesn’t deserve one iota of your wealth, so let’s get ‘em, okay?

With love,

Beth Taurasi

A monumental Place

Dear readers,

IF I were to go someplace after the pandemic is over, there is one place I want to visit. It’s in Tennessee, but it’s worth it. Either this or Atlanta in Georgia. There is a civil rights museum in one of these two states, and one of the cool things about it is that you get to experience what it was like to be segregated against in a cafe. You put on a pair of headphones, and you get to hear the protocol that most white cafe and restaurant lunch counter owners did back in the day of “whites only” counters and such things as this. I heard about it from a friend, but I’d like to visit the Civil Rights museum because of what happened to many a black comrade across recent modern history. I’d like to take a few white friends over there, and I’d like them to experience the horrors of segregation firsthand, well sort of firsthand. There is no civil rights prop that can really tell you how it is to get shot, however. No museum piece is going to simulate death or anything that similar to it, but it does help to educate the public if we start with the lunch counter incidents. There is a famous movie scene I’d like to point out as well. So in Remember the Titans, some of the Titans football players went down to a cafe, and the white proprietor said not so kindly, and this is just me paraphrasing, that Petey could just go outside and out back because he was black. The white players were served, of course. This is just one of many incidents that even Jim Jones addressed in Indiana, and no matter what anyone thinks about the charismatic leader, there is one good thing he did in Indiana. He was diplomatic about desegregating restaurants and cafe establishments in Indianapolis and other places. What’s more, he desegregated gravesites and adopted a black kid, which goes against what white people would have wanted. Jim and Marcy, his wife, had a rainbow family, but at least the kids will tell you the guy was nuts. Anyway, back to what I was saying before.

If I visit any place, it would have to be the Civil Rights Museum, and I’d encourage all people to visit this place because whoever mentioned this to me at Soar dinner was on to something. It sounds like a good place.