Note: I intend to keep politics very much away from this blog, but this is a special subject.
Last week was the funeral of former British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher who had died aged 87 of a stroke about a week prior to that, on April 8th. She’d suffered several strokes and was also suffering from dementia, so her death was a sad but increasingly-inevitable certainty.
Her death was something I’d dreaded, so the news was quite a surprise to me – initially I thought this to be another vicious Twitter joke (the sort of which I find most distasteful) but it was real, and thankfully the tidal wave of bile and rejoicing at her death wasn’t quite the barrage I had been dreading in the hours and days following her eventual demise.
One thing I feel compelled to say is that I’m thoroughly disgusted overall by the Left wing in Britain; a vocal minority of which have been actively wishing death upon Baroness Thatcher for years, and for them all their Christmases must have come at once. Why, though? If you disagreed with her policies and politics back in the 80s, fine; but surely there’s no dignity in celebrating the death of a frail old lady who’d been out of political office for 23 years? For as long as I have been alive, nearly? Surely instead this makes whoever reacts like this as “evil and inhuman” as they claim Thatcher to have been.
I am proud to be able to say that I am a Conservative. I mean, not like anyone right-of-centre like myself are or ever would be cheering for Gordon Brown or Tony Blair to “hurry up and die” so I can “dance on their grave”. I may not have agreed with many of their policies, but I do have respect for another human being and their right to hold them.
The funeral was, to my relief, mostly civil; with a figure like Mrs Thatcher there will always be controversy and differing of opinion. I don’t think it was a “waste of £10m”; these occasions marking the passing of a political giant and historically-important person (no matter what side of the fence you’re on) are few and far between so I think a bit of British-style pomp and ceremony was right.
What made Margaret Thatcher so inspirational to me (and hated by others) was that she stood by her beliefs no matter what, and was truly a woman of her convictions. Yes, she made big, painful decisions, but she changed this country from the dowdy, worn-out shell it was in the 1970s and transformed it into a modern economic powerhouse. Those that blame her for their ills are exactly the people who could never be helped by Thatcher; she gave hard work and private enterprise some meaning, an opportunity some elected to squander and continue to be bitter about.
So farewell Mrs Thatcher. I may not have lived under your term, but I was born near the end of it. Your message of hard work and aspiration is something I hold very dear and it is that vision that deep down inspires me to do great things. Thank you.
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