(She'll be greeted at the Rearden metal
gates by Airey, Augusto, Milton, and Ayn.)
She may have left her physical body but
her gaseous essence still permeates this world as an omnipresent
ideal, a rancid idea, the awful and only way of doing things
(T.I.N.A. - There Is No Alternative). She is not dead and those
celebrating the decommissioning of her
corporeal form still live with the consequences of her spirit. To be
honest, most of you dancing on her grave are probably possessed by
her. You espouse her values, talking of the cure-all of complete
privatisation and complaining about welfare
scroungers. It's like being glad the Devil is dead while possessed by
that very same Devil.
The Baroness' dark spell has you all
enchanted. You can rejoice in the expiration of the source of that
spell but that doesn't mean you are lifting the spell. Thatcher
placed a black curse on all your heads and then she died peacefully
in her sleep. Put simply, in terms we can all understand these days:
Maggie Thatcher - Epic Win!
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