mr's thatcher

i've had to have time to consider my thought's over the last few day's on hearing the news of the death of mr's thatcher, i really thought i would be dancing in the street at the news of her demise, but, to tell you the truth, i really don't feel anything, at the end of the day, mr's thatcher has succumbed to the power of nature, the  inevitability of death, the same thing that comes to us all in the end, she shuffled off this mortal coil a frail old lady, do we really need to celebrate her death with street party's? i was there during the thatcher era, i confess, i'm a fully signed up member of the 'right-on' party, punk rocker, socialist, i was a fully paid up union card carrying card member, [listen, you didn't work if you weren't back then] i was there, the idiot's jumping on the 'ding-dong the witch is dead' bandwagon were not, the comedian frankie boyle , by my math's was nine years old during the miner's strike, go figure?  mr's thatcher destroyed the community i live in, she pandered to the shareholders and the enemy of everything i hold dear, [see my post from a couple of weeks ago about the miner's strike and the long-lasting effect], at least the football association have stood up and said there will be no minute's silence before the games this weekend, mr's thatcher was a sworn enemy of the beautiful game during her reign and was responsible for the whole clampdown on football fan's, what gall's me is the'state' funeral, an accolade usually for member's of the royal family, [don't even get me started on that one] but, really, a fucking politician? especially one who divided the population with her policy's, it's a kick in the bollocks for the working class, i don't agree with disrupting the funeral procession, but, the powers that be should have had a little more respect for us, 'the other half' and just laid her to rest with a simple, private, family ceremony, just like the rest of us will have.....