I love Johnny Rotten, aka John Lydon. (Yes, I have my punk side. Yes, I love Queen Elizabeth and The Sex Pistols’ “God Save the Queen.” Yes, I have my contradictions.) But I was dreading what he might say about the passing of Margaret Thatcher. I revere him and was afraid he would disappoint me.
Instead, he made my lunchtime. I just found out he has rightly called the Thatcher death street parties “loathsome”:
When someone dies, give them respect. Enemy or not. I can't be listening to folk who do that.
What kind of politics are they offering me? You dance on another person's grave? That's loathsome.
Her politics were really dreadful [disagree! – ed.] and derisive [Agree, but I liked that about her. – ed.] and caused a great many issues for me when I was young, for all of us trying to go through that.
But that don't mean I am gonna dance on her grave, as they say. I'm not that kind of person.
I was her enemy in her life but I will not be her enemy in her death. I am not a coward.
Would those who partied in the streets had the class and perspective of John Lydon. Thank you, Johnny Rotten.