Skip to comments.The Left hates Margaret Thatcher because she reminds them they are wrong about everything
Posted on 09/16/2012 12:59:39 PM PDT by Dysart
Now and again, we are reminded of the sheer nastiness of a certain kind of Leftie. Not, let me stress, all Lefties: I have Labour friends who are motivated by a more or less uncomplicated desire to help the disadvantaged. But they march alongside some committed haters who define their politics not by what they like, but by what they loathe. They also define opponents not as human beings with whom they disagree, but as legitimate targets. A lack of empathy, bordering almost on sociopathy sits behind their talk of caring and sharing. On sale at the TUC Conference, before a storm of protest forced their withdrawal, were T-shirts glorying in the eventual death of Margaret Thatcher. A generation of trade unionists will dance on Thatchers grave, says one, emblazoned with the image of her tombstone.
Another is wrapped in a bag printed with the words: In the event of Thatchers death, open bag and wear T-shirt immediately. The T-shirt has a picture of the former prime ministers Spitting Image puppet, with the slogan: Hey ho the witch is dead. Unbelievably, the unemployed workers who produced them are taxpayer-funded. Stop and think for a moment about what these T-shirts are celebrating. Lady Thatcher is a frail and elderly grandmother. Yes, she was a strong-willed, divisive politician and thank heaven she was. A more conciliatory figure would almost certainly not have made the changes necessary to rescue Britain from the mess we were in by the late Seventies. But what does it say about someones mindset that they slide so easily from disagreeing with Lady Thatchers politics to gloating over the idea of her death?
(Excerpt) Read more at dailymail.co.uk ...
Worst of all, I remember the sense of despair, the conviction that Britain was finished.
I was 27 years old in 1980 -- the Carter/Reagan election.
I, too, remember the despair, the shame, and the sense that I was living in a country whose best days were past.
Can kids today feel the same way I did 32 years ago?
Or is their memory so warped by the last couple decades that none of it matters anymore?
And the sooner our side realizes that, the better...