Sam Lufti was Britney Spears’ former manager who, claims Britney’s mother, drugged and manipulated Britney, cut off all communications to Britney and made it so everyone had to go through him to contact her. This was the same time Britney shaved her head and started swinging umbrellas at paparazzi.

Now he’s suing Britney’s mother, Lynne Spears, for defamation and he wants Britney to give a deposition, essentially using Britney to sue her mom. Classy. Britney’s parents, however, says Britney is mentally incapable of testifying. Lufti wants her to undergo a psych evaluation to prove it’s not true. He’s already compiled his own evidence and took it to UCLA Assistant Professor of Psychiatry Joshua Pretsky for analysis. Pretsky says,

“In the Ryan Seacrest interview, which was recorded approximately two months ago, Britney Spears is interviewed at length, and she responds logically and coherently to questions, evidencing logical thinking and mental competency. The edited interviews in the [MTV] video documentary also evidence coherent and logical thinking, responsiveness to questions, and mental competence … In my opinion, there is good cause to conduct an Independent Medical Examination to investigate the Conservators’ claim that Ms. Spears is not mentally capable of testifying, and the claim that she was not mentally competent to enter into a binding contract. …”

This guy sounds scummy. If I was the judge, I’d throw the case out telling him he’d have to have character to defame and then order the bailiff to set him on fire.

Two of Britney’s enablers from her past have been slapped with restraining orders. Adnan Ghalib, the paparazzi who Britney fooled around with, was served while at home half-naked with his estranged wife. Britney’s former side-kick Sam Lufti and attorney Jon Eardly were served on Friday. The restraining order claimed they were “attempting to undermine her conservatorship.”

This is all well and good, but when is Britney’s camp going to file restraining orders against Chester Cheetah and The Pillsbury Dough Boy; the real culprits responsible for her fat years (that’s what this is all about, right?). Curse you, you lovable junk food mascots. You won’t get away with this.