So the dust has settled after the initial good news was broken yesterday over the death of Thatcher, so what are my feelings now the initial excitement dissipated, well, nothing really, but what I will say is there does seem to be an empty hole in my hate bank, I have given up so much of my time protesting against all of her policies or wishing pain against her and her family, and let me tell you that is not me, I would never wish hurt or pain on any creature on the planet whether it be human or animal, but this evil creature has been at the core of any injustice that has befallen my life, first she takes my first job from me, aged 7, I was a milk monitor at primary school, I had a badge and a sash and a sense of worth as I provided the milk during the break for my fellow pupils, this was taken from me when she decided to save the country money in 1971, this should have been the first warning that this woman was out to ruin me.
I left school in 1980, 1 year after she came to power, what waited me when I walked out the school gates, a fucking unemployment line that she told us that was inherited from the Labour Party, so instead of shortening this queue what did she do, expand it to over 3,000,000, meaning i was only eligible for the new Youth Opportunities Scheme, paying a massive £23.50 per week and giving you the opportunity of….. you’ve guessed it fuck all, slave labour was all that was, but against all odds I did manage to procure a full time job (a big thanks does go out to my girlfriend at the time, now my lovely wife of 28 years for getting me an interview) with British Steel, it was dirty, dangerous, and hard work but, it paid well and I made a bunch of new friends, but look who’s out to make cuts again, yeah you’ve guessed it Thatcher, not content to close the cole mines she was out to get us steel workers and she closed down the Clydesdale Tube Plant, on the scrap heap again and this time there were over 7000 trying to procure a handful of jobs in the community, that’s two strikes to Thatcher, no pun intended there as I had been on strike with the steel workers on two occasions and supported my mining brothers as and when required, unite and fight!
The next big thing to affect me, and the country as a whole it should be said, was the Poll Tax, this made my blood boil, whatever strides my wife and I made to better ourselves by scrimping and saving in order to provide for our two lovely daughters was now being targeted by this bitch in the form of an unjust taxation, to cap it all it was being tested only in Scotland, are you fucking kidding me!, it was at this time I set about being heavily involved in the local Anti Poll Tax groups and Class War, any excuse to attack a Sheriff Officer was pounced upon, don’t get me started on that bunch of scum, their as bad as a strike scab taking from their own kind, but I digress, I went on protest march after protest march and meetings, leafleting and selling copies of Class War to try and open up peoples eyes to this bullshit we were being asked to accept, but the Scottish people were very apathetic, much to my surprise I did expect a higher volume of the populace to reject this and did not see this tax lasting a year let alone being introduced in England, but as we all now know it was and we had to converge on the capital, London, the home of Parliament, Maggie’s home turf, well, we protested, peacefully at first and when her lackey’s the Police decided to get a bit heavy handed, well, you know the rest, we rampaged across London, beating up police, smashing widows of Banks and building societies and of course the obligatory McDonalds or two got it as well, the jewel in the crown was setting South Africa House on fire, cool, kill apartheid as well, job done.
So after a few months after the Poll Tax riot Thatcher was forced out of number 10 and we were rid of this odious creature once and for all, now all that I was waiting for was her death, which came far too late and if I’m totally honest was a complete disappointment, she died peacefully and with dementia, she should have went with all her senses intact and died an excruciatingly painful death, just as she inflicted pain and suffering on all the working class communities and families in her reign of terror.
So as you can see I don’t feel any sense of sadness towards her death, and myself and the generation that fought her and the Tory party’s policies should never shed any tears for her for she shed none for us or the poor soldiers that she had murdered in the Falklands war she created in order to secure a second term in office, so good riddance to bad rubbish and may we never see the likes of you again.
Rot In Hell
‘Till the next time……..
Anarchy, Peace, Freedom, Equality.