Much has been said and written about the sickness of those who have party plans for when Margret Thatcher dies. I don’t approve of the sentiment.
That said, there’s great joy ahead for me as the likes of Brown, Blair, Harman, Clarke, Smith, Blunkett, Straw and Prescott trot toward their grizzly ends. Yeah – I have a Methuselah of vintage champagne stashed away for each one of these fuckers’ demise.
So, you see, I don’t disapprove of the putative celebrants of Thatcher’s death on grounds of dubious taste or morality.
I disapprove because while I don’t unconditionally admire what she did, she was without doubt one of the most effective and important Prime Ministers of the 20th Century.
The Labour lot, on the other hand, have presided once again over unprecedented ruination of the country. Everyone of their deaths will be my glee.
I shall dance a jig on the graves of every Labour politician who has held office since 1997.
AJ
Totally agree with you on that one.
Comment by Rab C. Nesbitt — November 15, 2009 @ 7:27 pm |
Hear Hear
I also didn’t agree with a lot of what she did but Mrs Thatcher was the only Prime Minister we have had in recent times with Balls.
Comment by Maturecheese — November 16, 2009 @ 10:59 am |
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Tell you what, I’ll certainly crack open a bottle when Castro dies (if indeed he is really still alive). I can just imagine all the sick-making tributes from the Lefties.
Comment by Curmudgeon — November 24, 2009 @ 6:08 pm |