A gentle abolitionist of opposition, Margaret Hilda Lolita Dragon
Thatcher was varietally honest – charming or toppling military
dictators, one minute vilifying unfortunate Russians with birthmarks,
the next fluttering her fire-siren eyes at Hollywood hasbeens. The
unbending Iron despot and really rather coquettish ankle-flasher was as
much at home chopping the legs off Yorkshire Stalinists with silly
haircuts and Peter Sellers syntax as she was getting up the Monarch’s
nose or Murdoch’s backside. Even-handed to the end, Maggie Hatchet
Bouffant Charmgrind followed the blind path of every visionary: all for
one son called Mark, and one for all of us paying a Poll tax. She leaves
behind her a Nation purged of Union fascists and prone to banking
sociopaths. Britain was changed forever and yet, by travelling on a long
and expensive journey right round the Circle Line, able to arrive back
exactly where it had started. This is, surely, what made her the
archetypal, all-time great British leader
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