Given the trouble a certain blogger found himself in for announcing Margaret Thatcher’s death prematurely, I should point out that I wrote my previous post about her before the ex-PM’s hospitalization hit the headlines. Regulars know I’m not a fan of hers, but I don’t wish her dead and I’m not going to take any pleasure in her death.
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6 Comments
Regulars know I’m not a fan of hers, but I don’t wish her dead and I’m not going to take any pleasure in her death.
Same here. I shall be deliriously indifferent.
Really, gentlemen, you protest too much. Particularly you, Brownie, given that I doubt you’ll be indifferent when her transgender clone pops his clogs.
I have had the plans for the party in place for some years now.
Don’t get me wrong: I took immense pleasure in the electoral humiliation of Thatcher’s anointed candidates for leadership of the Conservative Party, and I very much want her to be around to see Cameron lose too.
Yeah, what was it again, I get confused?
They went:
Major > Hague > IDS > Howard
when they could have gone, variously, Heseltine, Clarke, Portillo, Clarke again. Or something like that. Whatever the order, it takes a special talent to get it wrong on the trot as many times as they did. It’s like they considered things thus:
“Who has the most national appeal? Right, let’s not have him then…”
Can’t bring my self to enjoy anybody’s death. Even Saddams’. So I find it hard to understand the glee of no doubt countless thousands like dirigible on Thatchers death. Not very decent is it?
You wont catch me gloating in the death of my political nemesis. Unless they have personally murdered my family, or something. But we’re talking about 20th century UK politics here, not tyrannical genocidal regimes (as perhaps Ken would have you believe!)
Pootergeek: Yes, I see your point.
Marvin: It’s not glee, it’s schadenfreude.