Why I danced a jig when Maggie died

My interpretation of evil personified by Lucifer (the devil incarnate) would have to be in the shape and form of former British prime minister Margaret Thatcher.

I had said that when I heard the news of her passing away, it did not matter where I was, I would dance a jig, which I dutifully did to the best of my ability without a witness to verify the act apart from the person on the other end of the line who joined in with me in my moment of euphoria that made time stand still.

I make no apology for saying what I have said about her now or what I will say about her in the future. I will also put my name to this letter with pride. She will go down in Irish history as a loathsome divisive figure loved by the few but hated by the majority.

A warm joyful feeling will emanate around every home on this Island who suffered because of her, and if there were volunteers needed to dig a hole to put her down good and deep, there would be no scarcity of people to help shorten her journey downwards because that’s the only direction she’ll be going. I have no doubt that there will be sighs of joyful satisfaction at her death in many mining towns in Britain.

Celebrations will already have taken place on the streets of Argentina because they will never forget her orders to sink the General Belgrano, a cruiser that was steering in international waters going away from the Malvinas loaded with Argentinean conscripts whose ages were almost exclusively in the mid-teens. As she said herself on occasions when it suited her, ‘murder is murder is murder’, and she was an expert in the execution of such acts.

Many Irish people died as a result of her shoot-to-kill policies which were an attempt to keep the six counties as British as Finchley, which she failed to do. If Sadam Hussein, Colonial Muammar Khadafy, General Pinochet and Hitler were deemed to be people whose hands were red with blood, Maggie will be joining them in hell’s kitchen to squabble over who was best suited to sit beside Lucifer himself.

J Woods

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