Friday, 19 April 2013

Benefit of Living in the Country - Number 3 (Boo-ing Iron)


I was too young  to know anything about politics and procedures. Least of all the politics of those that did not affect me. It is only as I grew up, that I started taking an interest in it. Especially in the monarchy of the United Kingdom. From there I started doing my own reading up on affairs that took my interest.
13 October 1925 - 08 April 2013

Baroness Margaret Thatcher


On the 17th of April in the year of 2013, we the people buried on of the most well known women ever to have lived. Baroness Margaret Thatcher. She served as Prime Minister of the United Kingdom from 1979 to 1990. The longest serving Prime Minister of the 20th Century and to date the only female one. A soviet Journalist called her the “Iron Lady”. A nick name that became associated with her, due to her style of leadership and uncompromising politics.
She was a qualified chemist and lawyer. In 1959 she became a Member of Parliament and in 1975 she became Leader of the Opposition.  She was a ruthless cut throat Prime Minister and many of her policies are still referred to as Thachirisms.
There are mixed feelings about this remarkable woman from people all over the world. Even from the people of South Africa, due to her involvement in our apartheid years. But let us quickly look at a few facts.
House of Parliaments Statue

1.     The first female Prime Minister.
2.     The longest serving Prime Minister
3.     She was awarded a Presidential medal of Freedom in 1991 by the USA
4.    She was the first living British ex-Prime Minister to be honoured with a statue in the Houses of Parliament in 2007
5.     Thatcher returned to 10 Downing Street in late November 2009 for the unveiling of an official portrait by artist Richard Stone, an unusual honour for a living ex-Prime Minister.
6.     In July of 2011 Thatcher had been named the most competent British Prime Minister of the past 30 years

These are just a few of the things that places her at the top. All of this could surely not have happened if she wasn’t worth her weight in gold.
But funny enough my post today is not so much about the Baroness Thatcher as what it is about human nature.

People held mock funerals for her. they had fake coffins on which they wrote the most horrible things. At her funeral people boo-ed her, while some people
10 Downing Street Portrait
openly made jibes about her to the press. It has always been human nature to start the jokes when someone of importance passes into spirit. But these jokes are not the average jokes. They are down right mean and nasty.

On a different note, the Baroness had two children, Mark and Carol. Carol never married or had children, saying that she enjoys life as a single woman way too much to give it up. Mark got married and has two children, Michael and Amanda. This makes the Baroness a grandmother. A granny like all of us have. Well ok maybe not exactly like all of us have, but a granny none the less.

Thursday morning the 18th of April, the tabloids were filled with images of these horrible “funerals” that were held for the Baroness. The fact that people openly boo-ed at her funeral has swept throughout the world and we as a people will always remember that. So what makes you think that her children and grandchildren wont remember it? Besides for being a politician and a pioneer and some would say tyrant, she was a mother and a grandmother. Why can that not be respected? Why did we have to make sure that the last memory that these people will have of their mother and grandmother is that of crowds boo-ing at her funeral?

I am not disputing whether or not she was a good Prime Minister. Despite what people might say, the evidence would say that she was the best one in the last 30 years.  My argument is about the fact that humans cannot even allow an 87 year old woman a peaceful funeral.

And I bet you that those pieces of shit, dregs of society, probably the types that come from Manchester and lives on the doll. Well lives is such a strong word. They get there doll, go to the pub and have there moneys worth in pints, forgetting about the one toothed teenage wife at home with their nine kids. Those are the kinds of people that commit such an atrocity.

Meeting Nelson Mandela
But I bet you when their Granny-Mommy (yes this means that due to inbreeding their mother is also their granny) dies one day and someone wants to boo at the………well at the piss up, they would be the first ones to create a scene about it and try knock someone with a bottle.

Understand that I am not even talking about respect for the dead. I am talking about having respect for the fact that some people are actually mourning for the passing of that person and that they deserve the right and the opportunity to mourn for their loved one in a respectful manner.

And then people wonder, why I don’t like people. Well this would be another great reason for me to live in the country. Then I wont have to deal with fucqed up people, that boo at funerals. Just Paul and I and our 2million cats. And the odd guest that we pre-approve. :)

Mwah!

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