Once again, the most repulsive of all crown princesses was sent out to represent her country, and once more, she only represented herself. From wearing a completely over the top and unnecessary mine protection vest - does anyone HONESTLY think she was in any danger at all? - to leaning away from a child and his caretaker, to showing off her new fugly bowling shoes and scarves and pretending to have a thoughtful moment, Mary was as revolting and self-centered in this trip as she has been in every other moment of her pathetic life.
Even her much ballyhooed interview with the landmine people was obviously prepped by her PR people, there is no way this vapid slag could articulate those intelligent questions on her own.
Ok, seriously, I was babysitting this adorable 3-year-old girl last Saturday and there's some show on her kiddie TV channel where a character says "WHAT IN THE NAME OF POTATOES!?"
Just the thought that came to my mind when I saw The Freaky One decked out in all her 80s perm gloriousness. Why not go all the way and wear your ponytail on the side of your head, Mary? It would be just as hideous!
