Monday, April 08, 2013

Cold comfort

Instead of a very long and detailed obituary.


 Oh well, after all this evil character might by now be re-united with her 'dear friend Augusto' – in hell.


  1. Sympathy for family and friends as with all who pass on but nothing more. If only her 'ism' could be buried so easily.

  2. But is she getting through those "gates" that Calum has been telling me about today? She'd have been expecting to, and Saint Blair is expecting a pass through there too, most assuredly.

    It's a strange old world, and there's "nowt so queer as folk", as the erudite saying goes.

    I wonder what Wednesday will bring.

  3. Calum,
    Your second sentence hits a nail.
    I do see no need, though, to offer condolences to T's family and 'friends'. Either, these people know what an evil woman she was and only for 'the show' are acting as if they were mourning, or they are nasty arrogant ignoramuses themselves.
    Sympathy? Pah!

    Don QuiScottie,
    well :) I am but an agnostic.

  4. My personal favorite obituary was the one written by Russell Brand in the Guardian.

  5. Susan,
    Brand's article's indeed not bad a read. Some comments, neither.
    I did not take the time to read all, though :)

  6. I quite enjoyed the part where he mentioned youth not caring and that Mrs. Thatcher had made them that way.

  7. "I do see no need, though, to offer condolences ... what an evil woman she was ... Sympathy? Pah!"

    Strong words, which rather surprise me. I see things as much more complicated (although I am, of course, a mere fool).

  8. Susan,
    yes, but that's although an interesting one just a tiny side aspect.

    Don QuiScottie,
    For some moments I was surprised, myself.

    Why should one not speak ill about certain deads, though? Is it ill to call someone who's been an extraordinary evil person in her / his lifetime 'evil' when s/he's dead?

    Rather I think it's ill ... ah, enough.
    However, as said, I was slightly surprised myself, that I would publish this post, and write these lines.

  9. My surprise was, partly, about the firm declaration of "evil", now followed up with "extraordinary evil". You seem, for sure, much more sure of your judgement than I am. I am no fan of the lady, exactly, have never voted Conservative, but I remember living in Britain when dictatorial union leaders were trying to take control and to bully everyone into bending to their unelected will, and when public utilities staff would treat the public with utter contempt, not to mention when one of my father's dearest friends was blown into a thousand pieces by the IRA and his young daughter was crying at the funeral and asking what had happened to her Daddy. I think these things are much more complicated than black and white.

  10. Don QuiScottie,
    These 'things' – like many other 'things' – are much more complicated than black and white, indeed. However, what have ruthless murderers and stupid dictatorial union leaders to do with that woman's character?
    To cut it short: I do consider anyone evil who would call a bloody murderous dictator 'My dear friend'.
    Some(times) 'things' are very easy.

  11. That was a shocking remark, but I was considering the complexity of her actions and their effects, not mere stupid words. Every British government since I was born has committed murder and continues to do so, in my opinion, through the actions of its so called "defence" troops in foreign lands.

  12. Dear Don QuiScottie,
    I am – yes, yes: almost :) – sure that both we have quite a similar view of the 'things' in all their complexity.

    Well, and dispelling all these firemen from diesel- and electric lokomotives was certainly a historic deed.

    By calling a fascist dictator by grace of CIA and Kissinger "My dear friend" Thatcher uttered not just just 'mere stupid words', she gave once again evidence of her character.

    And now let's close that chapter.
    May she rot quickly.

  13. She is not rotting and will not rot. Her physical remains have now been burned, and the few ashes are now surely still warm, but cooling gently as we head for the peace of this night. As for the real "she", well I expect that she is simply gone. Indeed the "she" that we refer to was gone many years ago. And so the chapter closes. A night of peace would be good.

  14. Oh yes, dear Don,
    let's rest in peace tonight, and may when we open our eyes there will appear a smile on our lips: Oh, what a wonderful world.