I've been thinking about Maggie Thatcher, not one of my favourite pastimes but sometimes it is neccessary. Anyway, over the past few months i've been invited a few times to a street party when she dies (presuming she's human and she actually will die). This is where the problem lies. No matter how much I'd like to believe that shes some crazy inhumane mutant, I can't help but think that she proabably is an actual real life homo sapien. To begin with I really liked the idea of the street party, it seemed like a political thing and a fun thing, a worthy thing. But the more I think about it the less I am able to square it morally. I don't think I'll attend. At the end of the day this remains a celebration of someone's death. To me that seems pretty demented. Sure I had a celebratory pint or two when Blair left office but this is quite different. For all her (numerous, unforgivable, heinous) faults, i'm not sure even the old witch herself would have actually celebrated someone dying.
As for whether she should get a state funeral, thats a different story...
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