FTT Off-Topic: Speaking Ill Of The Despicable Dead
Not sports, not sorry.
On the off chance that we can help to avoid our friends in Great Britain from a 15-years and counting white wash of what was an incredibly divisive time (though, to be honest, y'all are way too good at remembering reality to let things come to that)...
Margaret Thatcher is dead. Given that her political beliefs led her to inspire riots, a continuation of the war in Northern Ireland that was more or less quickly solved after her banishment, the greatest income inequalities in her country since the Great Depression, and a thoroughly unnecessary war to show the word that gender meant nothing to grandstanding... here is what some folks believe she is now experiencing.
Note that I'm just limiting myself to what's in the book here, folks.
I'm also not going to fall into the educated / elite trap of showing equanimity; the middle of the road is for dead animals. Burn, burn, burn.
And any words that I could add would be nothing compared to this. Play her out, Elvis.
Oh, and, um, condolences. That she didn't die sooner, and more painfully.
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