So people are rejoicing at Lady Thatcher's death

 

They are apparently. I should get my television fixed or take my laptop back to my flat. I chose Monday as the day to start living without it at home - bad timing as Lady Thatcher died that morning.

How much hatred people still feel for Mrs Thatcher. The Left does not forgive. But I make no complaint. I did not like the lady myself when she was in power and I loved being very harsh indeed about Edward Kennedy when he died - I felt it was a duty as well as a great pleasure.


For those who missed it (most of the world), Ted Kennedy's ducal funeral Mass, given by a Cardinal and many priests, in Boston Cathedral, brought to my mind irresistibly Belloc's little squib:

Here richly, with ridiculous display,

The Politician's corpse was laid away.

While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged

I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.

Another by Belloc too:

The Politician, dead and turned to clay,

Will make a clout to keep the wind away.

I am not fond of draughts, and yet I doubt 

If I could get myself to touch that clout.

But one should not rejoice at anyone's death and I was disgusted by the scenes of delirium in Washington DC when Osama bin Ladin was assassinated. They seemed Iranian. The man should have been captured and tried (does Pakistan have fair courts?). If he were tried for planning the attack on September 11 I suspect the case would not be proved and he would walk free but no doubt there many other things to charge him with.