Margaret Thatcher 

A life to be celebrated.  Indeed.  The reflections of Lady Thatcher are ongoing this day as her passing makes teh news.  She was teh British equivalent of Ronaldus Maximus.  Together that fought Communism at home and abroad.  Many are far more eloquent in their praise.  Here is an excerpt from one...

I imagine that certain Britons of my generation felt the same way about Margaret Thatcher. She certainly made an enormous impression on me: this marvelous, brilliant, principled woman who was doing in Great Britain what Reagan was doing here, and taking very little guff in the course of doing so.

And she seemed to be having so much fun. That, I think, is what they never forgave her for. Thatcher laughed at them, mocked them, outwitted and out-debated them. That infuriated the Left: Conservatives aren’t supposed to mock, they are supposed to be mocked. They might be allowed to win a few elections, but they could never be allowed to win the argument, much less to scoff at liberals’ public pieties.


Thatcher won, in no small part because she was her own best case. Her confidence, prudence, good humor, and other virtues were those she sought to encourage in her fellow countrymen.

In that sense, we should be grateful to the odious likes to Ted Rall and Donna Brazile. As the treacly and insincere tributes from the likes of Barack Obama roll in, we should remember: They hated Margaret Thatcher. Hated her. Reviled her. Hated everything she stood for. Still do. So I do not really want to hear any tributes to her from the left side of the political aisle today. If you were not around at the time, it will be hard for you to appreciate the vulgarity and the cruelty of the attacks to which she was subjected. They hated her for the same reason they hated Reagan: She aimed to defeat socialism abroad and socialism at home, appreciating the structural continuity between domestic socialism and the idea’s full expression under the Soviets.

A life well lived. Rest in Peace Lady Thatcher.