I think the ol' buzzard is probably more fearful of The Git.
Way back in the bowels of the 1990's, I was scheduled to grasp & shake her mittened paw at the opening of some snotty new building on Windsor Great Park, but I was strangely withdrawn just before the event as my perceived attitude did not portray the desired welcoming ambiance to our ruling elite.
I'll admit to being not very heartbroken - but I did piss on her roses during a half marathon a few years later.
Stop the Holy See men!
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