If it’s true that those whom the gods love die young, then someone up there must have really had it in for Thatcher. If so, they have good taste
Thatcher destroyed the England I grew up in, turning it progressively into a surreal Disneyland, half brothel, half car-boot sale, where everything and everyone was for sale, and where money was the only way of valuing anything.
She didn’t do this alone, of course. Elected leader of the Tory Party by mistake, she never had the intelligence or political skills to change very much on her own. But she opened the door to the hard-faced men who had come to loot the state, and handed the keys of the asylum over to the monetarist lunatics who had previously been kept in padded cells. We are still living with the consequences, and it’s hard to see how we will ever repair the damage.
Perhaps her death will be a kind of symbolic liberation for the country. One hopes she died lonely, frightened, and full of regret and repentance. Was she visited , in her last moments, by the souls of those whose lives she had destroyed? It would be nice to think so?