There are so many things I saw over the weekend
on which I could blog that I can hardly keep track of them. But I cannot let the news of the
passing of Margaret Thatcher this morning pass without comment.
Margaret Thatcher was a great heroine of
freedom . . . and a heroine of mine.
I loved how she stuck to her guns and put the Left, both of the Labour
and of the Soviet varieties, in their place in her wonderful hectoring
style. That she was right and
espoused basic common sense infuriated her foolish opponents that much more.
Even in her death, there are many that still hate her. Well, if a woman is known
by her enemies, her greatness is confirmed that much more.
I remember the past words of a past political
co-worker and friend, Earl Ashe.
Now he was even more plain-spoken than yours truly, so I dare not repeat
his exact words here. But the gist
of them is that Margaret Thatcher was about the only leader across the Atlantic
who had any manhood to speak of – ironic and too true.
I could go on and on. I revered the Iron Lady and still do.
The most interesting and thoughtful remembrance
of her that I’ve come across comes from Cranmer. Enjoy and remember.
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