by Anna Raccoon
Note: Margaret Thatcher was neither a libertarian nor a conservative. Whenever she claimed to be either, she was a fraud. This being said, it is also worth noting that the people now celebrating her death hate her not for what she did, but for what her supporters wish she had done. We have no reason to love her. But those most vocal in hating her are people who hate us. See, for example, how The Independent republished my “Legacy of Margaret Thatcher” article yesterday, and left everything in except my complaint that she tightened the censorship of discussion on immigration and race. SIG
Give Scotland its Independence – Now!
I have finally lost patience with the whingeing weegies in the sulphurous sewer that is Glasgow. The spectacle presented worldwide in national news outlets, of Scotland’s ’finest’, who are normally keen to tell us that they live on the breadline, breaking out the champagne and party poppers to celebrate the death of a woman, any woman, is beyond despicable, and utterly hypocritical. They have no part to play in any nation that contains the words ‘Great’ in its title.
It is time for the Socialist Republic of Scotland to stand alone.
That they all appear to be too young to have any experience of life before Thatcher, their views can only be the product of their schooling and parenting. They have been indoctrinated from birth, and like undisciplined dogs, it would be kinder to maroon them in their inhospitable land now, rather than endure their rabid attacks on unsuspecting citizens.
To hear their views – ‘Thatcher forced the sale of council houses’ – she forced no one. She gave their comrades, their dutiful soviet style fellow citizens, the opportunity to sell their council houses and escape; no one forced them. No one demanded that they deprive future citizens of a council house – they chose to do so in their droves, happy to take the money from hard working citizens who wished to buy – and run; part of the reason that Southern Spain is now full of retired laundromat workers, and amusement arcade mechanics soaking up the sun rather than grinding their way through another day of grunge and humiliation in downtown Glasgow. Do I see the ex-Glaswegians in Spain celebrating Thatcher’s death? No, they at least are not hypocrites.
‘They’ve never forgiven Thatcher for ‘using Scotland as a testing ground’ for the Poll Tax’ – does that mean they wouldn’t have been celebrating if it had started in another part of the country first? I doubt it. They would find another reason. They would only have been happy if Scotland had been excused paying anything at all for its services. They’ve never been weaned from the national teat.
‘They’ve never forgiven her for decimating the mining communities’ – rubbish; the strikes decimated the mining communities. Just as the strikes decimated the Liverpool ship building communities. Strikes called because they saw no reason why their fellow citizens shouldn’t continue to pay over the odds for fuel, and live in a land of environmentally unfriendly smog – so that they could continue to live next door to their Aunty Maisie, with no regard for their Uncle Jimmy and his coal dust slaked lungs, or his crushed arm from yet another pit fall. Come to that, the risk of the comrades ‘glowing in the dark‘. They would really rather, those champagne wielding idiots, be down a mine today? Would they Hell! Given the choice, they’d rather be drawing their dole and whingeing. Let Scotland have its independence – they can re-open their mines and hack away at the unforgiving coal face to their hearts content. The South won’t have to subsidise their vocal demands to live in the past.
It is the socialists who demand so many new hate laws, who rush like lemmings to Twittter whenever they feel outraged on behalf of someone, especially a woman, who has been slighted in some way – yet it is the socialists who feel that it is acceptable to ‘tramp down the earth‘, to dance in the streets, to celebrate the death of a woman with the ‘toffs’ drink of choice, champagne. Why? Because she had a different philosophy to them. 23 years ago.
Can you imagine if Scargill had been successful and the government had given in to his bullying of the nation, that Thatcherites would have been out on the street cheering and celebrating his death when it occurred? It is unthinkable.
Can you imagine if Thatcher had demanded that all mines remain open and all able bodied men in Scotland work down them? Uproar!
Can you imagine if Thatcher had passed a law saying that council houses were only for ‘those in need’ – that you could not pass it on to your children, could not buy or sell it, could only live in a particular type of house whilst your need dictated it? Plenty of houses coming empty as children grew up and moved away – but uproar at the unfairness to ‘the poor’.
Can you imagine if Thatcher had opened the borders and encouraged the immigration of hundreds of thousands of people prepared to work for less money ‘to rub the noses of the left in it’. General strikes all over the country!
Can you imagine if Thatcher had sold all the countries Gold, and then overspent by billions cosseting rich voters in the South of England? By God, they’d have had a million reasons to hate the woman then – but do you imagine that any Southerners would be crass enough, hypocritical enough, ignorant enough, to be found dancing in the streets on Gordon Browns’ death? D’you know what her real crime was?
The greatest division this nation has ever seen were the conflicts of trade unions towards the end of a Labour Government—terrible conflicts. That trade union movement then was under the diktat of trade union bosses, some of whom are still there. They used their power against their members. They made them come out on strike when they didn’t want to. They loved secondary picketing. They went and demonstrated outside companies where there was no dispute whatsoever, and sometimes closed them down. They were acting as they were later in the coal strike, before my whole trade union laws were through of this Government. They were out to use their power to hold the nation to ransom, to stop power from getting to the whole of manufacturing industry to damage people’s jobs, to stop power from getting to every house in the country, power, heat and light to every housewife, every child, every school, every pensioner. You want division; you want conflict; you want hatred. There it was. It was that which Thatcherism—if you call it that—tried to stop. Not by arrogance, but by giving power to the ordinary, decent, honourable, trade union member who didn’t want to go on strike. By giving power to him over the Scargills of this world.
Those dancing in the streets preferred the dictatorship of Scargill. Let them have it.
Is it unfair to set loose an entire nation based on the antics of a few puerile unreconstructed Neanderthals dancing in the streets?
If it is fair to base the effects of a moving global economy, of third world countries discovering that they can manufacturer things cheaper and more efficiently than we can, of technology and innovation decimating some industries – on the words of one woman, and generate so much hatred, then I believe it is.
Unless, of course, the unthinkable were to happen, and those in charge of the Scottish economy denounce those celebrations with the same venom they reserve for those who offend footballers, then I might recant…