It seemed that Britney Spears had all but abandoned her Letter of Truth as her main form of communication, as it had been nearly a year since her assistant/Mom put on the Britney wig and muumuu and let words flow onto the screen. But Friday was a magical day that saw Britney return to her ghostwritten fan communication. What knowledge did this oracle of w.t. provide? What insights into life did she share? Not a helluva lot, actually. It seems that Britney can't even employ people to put actual thoughts into her head to replace the constant stream of "Durrr . . . "

After a whole year of silence, what brilliance does Britney share with us? Just this:

I no longer study Kabbalah, my baby is my religion.

Nothing more. No explanation. No pictures of Sean P. dressed in a christening gown with an aluminum foil halo perched precariously atop his head. Perhaps this perplexing announcement can explain the following picture of baby Sean slumped over in an improperly installed car seat.





We had assumed that with such exceptional parentage Sean likely possessed abilities far greater than a normal human infant. But now it appears as if he is capable of mind control. He has conquered his mother's twelve-year-old-equivalent brain and forced her to abandon every religion she claims to practice (we think she was up to about seven the last time we counted) and squire him around in the baby version of a throne. Perhaps he's been meeting with Robbie Williams and they've decided to join their cultmaster forces. A religion built around celebrity babies and aliens would be unstoppable.

More pictures of Sean P. in his throne at A Socialite's Life.

Britney is the true religion at MrSkin.com.