Well, as you may have heard, Britney somehow managed to escape mandatory psychiatric confinement this weekend -- (suck on that, David Blaine!) but not before Dr. Phil, ass-kissing parasite to the Spears family, paid her a visit out of the kindness of his heart. Oh and also, presumably out of the kindness of his heart, he is dedicating a show to her this week and released the following statement to "Entertainment Tonight:"

My meeting with Britney and some family members this morning in her room at Cedars leaves me convinced more than ever that she is in dire need of both medical and psychological intervention.

She was released moments before my arrival and was packing when I entered the room. We visited for about an hour before I walked with her to her car.

You know what, Dr. Phil? If you even are a real doctor... No one cares what you think, you bald-headed piece of shit. We here at W.I.M.B. sometimes kick Britney Spears when she's down. Okay, we do it a lot. I'd say every other day on average. But somehow Dr. Phil's insidious brand of exploiting Britney Spears, feigning help and support, is a low that makes even us feel a little nauseous. I guess what I'm saying here is that there are bits of tapeworm living in piles of dog feces that have more integrity than Dr. Phil.