Some things don’t impress me. Hereditary positions are pretty high up on that list. Clearly, there is something wrong with me, because I appear to be in the minority in that I could care less about the British royal family. If I must visit with a queen, I’d pick Freddie Mercury even though he’s dead.
When it happened yesterday morning in Greenbelt — when the queen strolled 100 yards from Goddard Space Flight Center‘s main building to one housing the auditorium — the Goddard employees and their family members lining the route seemed star-struck, their mouths hanging open in awe as she passed within feet.
I guess I better get practicing my gape mouthed, drooling with awe look in front of the mirror in case the queen decides to visit. Wait a minute! Her visit is over today isn’t it? Thank God. I have no ill will, but I’m not enraptured either. Your kind and my kind are from different planets, and that’s how I like it. Royalty free works for me.
I couldn’t bring myself to read the whole In Royalty’s Presence article, especially after this:
Sherry Warner was still quivering minutes afterward. "I told her, ‘Yes, I work here,’ that we actually build the electronics that go in satellites," Warner said. "Oh, yes, I’m excited! Wonderful! Wonderful!"
What journotripe. Quiver your way back to work, lady. This fawning and salivating over nothing is making me sick.