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the wicked witch is dead

there was a time when i thought i would have planned to dance on her grave. that i would do a jig of happiness all around the diggings when i heard the news.
seems i have grown up a little.
sure i let out a whoop, but not a whoop and holler.

magaret thatcher is dead.

along with a whole host of people i lay the blame of many of our current ills at her feet, so so many things.
yet her death means very little.
why?
because her death changes nothing. the damage has been done (and sadly the new labour project helped continue some of the policies and exacerbate the problems), and petty joy at her passing isn't going to make a jot of difference.
she is one of those politicians who has become more than just a leader of their country but has come to embody a whole new movement and political outlook. that is still with us today.

secondly (and it pains me to say it) that if i had to choose between david cameron or maggie thatcher i think i would choose maggie. at least with maggie it is possible to see that she believed that what she was doing was trying to transform people's lives for the better - even if the medicine she was administering was harsh and foul.
cameron and co are waging class war and want to make sure that there is a move towards workhouse society.