April 8, 2013
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So, the Iron Lady has died
And I’m hibernating.
My friendships on facebook, and, to a lesser degree, Twitter (for some reason, it seems to be a tad more left-wing on Twitter) vary from those who my Mother describes as being “True Blue Tory” to “Bright Red” via various other hues, and with a degree of vaguely anarchistic thrown in for good measure.
The sheer strength of feeling over Baroness Thatcher’s death is overwhelming. I can see both sides of the arguments. All three sides at some point. I can see why people are appalled that she’s being given a state funeral. On the other hand, I can understand why she’s being given a state funeral. The first female Prime Minister does deserve recognition just for that achievement: but no-one can look at her legacy and say that everything she did was a good idea (Poll Tax? And let’s not get into the Belgrano. Someone dared criticise that move at a political dinner in the Carlton Club, once. Someone else disagreed, and the rest of the room was within a gnat’s breath of breaking out into a rousing rendition of Land of Hope and Glory combined with the National Anthem, simultaneously. It was very weird. I didn’t go to another dinner).
Anyhow. Outright violence is going to erupt at some point, because there are an awful lot of people who think it’s a wonderful idea to go and celebrate her death, and an awful lot of people who think that this sort of behaviour is beyond the pale. The natives will be restless tonight
I also suspect the city’s going to end up in some sort of immense lockdown for her funeral at St Paul’s Cathedral.
And there will be a riot.
In slightly more positive news, my recycling didn’t get collected this morning owing to a handbag lurking on the top of the bin. No cash or phone, but there was a debit card, and an awful lot of really nice makeup and a huge bunch of keys. So I took it to the local police station, which was closed, and then took it to the next local police station. All this bussing about took well over an hour – but: I managed to track down the bag’s owner via Linked In, and let her know I’d found it, and what I’d done with it, and she’s very happy.
xxx
Comments (2)
There has never been a head of state whose every act was a good idea and every decision right. It’s so easy to look back from the vantage point of time and condemn decisions made in a different political climate in another era.
Stay safe!
I don’t agree with her politics, i admire a lot that she did, and i can’t imagine celebrating anyone’s death or interrupting anyones funeral… people are so strange sometimes. heh.
i am glad you found the bag-lady. I bet she was thrilled!