May 12, 201015 yr I think you're talking to her #1fan tbh He is ... but you have to give Craig his due ... he's never been ashamed to declare his undying support and love for the old witch. He's her number one fan just inches ahead of Chris. Norma
May 12, 201015 yr I think you're talking to her #1fan tbh Maggie inherited an absolute mess from Callaghan A country with rubbish piling up on the street, the dead going unburied, strikes strikes and more strikes, a country that had its chancellor going cap in hand to the IMF begging for help, a country known as "the sick man of Europe", a country with an archaic manufacturing base, a country having regular power cuts, a country in the pocket of the unions Maggie turned that around to create the 6th most powerful economy in the world, a country that was enterprising, dynamic, prosperous, a country where business could be carried out free of the threat of union intimidation, a country with a budget SURPLUS. Of course some areas and some people didn't do well under Maggie, $h!t happens, not everyone will do well under any leader it is impossible to keep 50 odd million people happy but Maggie turned the country around from a dinosaur debt ridden strike happy nation into a global powerhouse service economy. Greatest PM ever
May 12, 201015 yr Maggie inherited an absolute mess from Callaghan A country with rubbish piling up on the street, the dead going unburied, strikes strikes and more strikes, a country that had its chancellor going cap in hand to the IMF begging for help, a country known as "the sick man of Europe", a country with an archaic manufacturing base, a country having regular power cuts, a country in the pocket of the unions Maggie turned that around to create the 6th most powerful economy in the world, a country that was enterprising, dynamic, prosperous, a country where business could be carried out free of the threat of union intimidation, a country with a budget SURPLUS. Of course some areas and some people didn't do well under Maggie, $h!t happens, not everyone will do well under any leader it is impossible to keep 50 odd million people happy but Maggie turned the country around from a dinosaur debt ridden strike happy nation into a global powerhouse service economy. Greatest PM ever its true that we were in a mess in 1979, but tbh anyone with half a brain could have got us out of that mess, and whilst i have some sympathy for how she started out....it soon went to her head and in order to smash the unions and working man, she deliberately ran down industry. she bought mr thicko by selling off the countries assets and just look how much rail tickets cost, water, etc etc etc. yes the unions needed sorting, the country needed sorting, but she went much too far . great cop out too.... now the tories will blame the lib/dems for everything that goes wrong whilst claiming any successes to be theirs <_< . unemployment will rise, it always does under the tories, so will interest/mortgage rates... that was nowt to do with the lib/dems in the 80's 90's so why blame them for that now? thats typical tory policy.... look after the rich bstrds by screwing the ordinary bloke <_<
May 12, 201015 yr Maggie inherited an absolute mess from Callaghan A country with rubbish piling up on the street, the dead going unburied, strikes strikes and more strikes, a country that had its chancellor going cap in hand to the IMF begging for help, a country known as "the sick man of Europe", a country with an archaic manufacturing base, a country having regular power cuts, a country in the pocket of the unions Maggie turned that around to create the 6th most powerful economy in the world, a country that was enterprising, dynamic, prosperous, a country where business could be carried out free of the threat of union intimidation, a country with a budget SURPLUS. Of course some areas and some people didn't do well under Maggie, $h!t happens, not everyone will do well under any leader it is impossible to keep 50 odd million people happy but Maggie turned the country around from a dinosaur debt ridden strike happy nation into a global powerhouse service economy. Greatest PM ever For the first time ever, I'm hoping Thatcher doesn't die soon. The old bitch does not deserve a state funeral. In the words of Frankie Boyle: "Give everyone in Scotland a shovel and we'll dig a hole so deep you can hand her over to Satan personally".
May 12, 201015 yr For the first time ever, I'm hoping Thatcher doesn't die soon. The old bitch does not deserve a state funeral. In the words of Frankie Boyle: "Give everyone in Scotland a shovel and we'll dig a hole so deep you can hand her over to Satan personally". Frankie Boyle at his finest, I'll join in if there's a shovel going :kink:.
May 12, 201015 yr I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain She spills with compassion, as that young child's face in her hands she grips Can you imagine all that greed and avarice coming down on that child's lips Well I hope I don't die too soon I pray the Lord my soul to save Oh I'll be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to behave Because there's one thing I know, I'd like to live long enough to savour That's when they finally put you in the ground I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down When England was the whore of the world Margaret was her madam And the future looked as bright and as clear as the black tarmacadam Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isn't haunted by every tiny detail 'Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands all she thought of was betrayal And now the cynical ones say that it all ends the same in the long run Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his only son And how it's only voices in your head and dreams you never dreamt Try telling him the subtle difference between justice and contempt Try telling me she isn't angry with this pitiful discontent When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment And then expect you to say "Thank you" straighten up, look proud and pleased Because you've only got the symptoms, you haven't got the whole disease Just like a schoolboy, whose head's like a tin-can filled up with dreams then poured down the drain Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being blown to bits or beaten and maimed Who takes all the glory and none of the shame Well I hope you live long now, I pray the Lord your soul to keep I think I'll be going before we fold our arms and start to weep I never thought for a moment that human life could be so cheap 'Cos when they finally put you in the ground They'll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down
May 12, 201015 yr How do you work that one out? All I've been hearing all evening from Brown, Campbell, etc, is what a better state this country is in than it was 13 years ago. There was improvement in the Blair years but Brown and his retrogressive policies not only created an economic bad dream that the international crisis turned into a nightmare and made a huge contribution to the general problems in society today. Yes better than 1997 but Blair was PM for 10 years and the country wasn't in a consistantly brilliant state. We were heading towards a recession for years, it didn't automatically occur overnight because Brown got the job. He just didn't handle it well. PMs can't even be blamed tbf we're all responsible in a way.
May 12, 201015 yr When Cameron said that we should be grateful that Britain was more open at home and more compassionate abroad than a decade ago, he somehow forgot to mention that the Tories had voted against most of the measures that brought that about.
May 12, 201015 yr I saw a newspaper picture from the political campaign A woman was kissing a child, who was obviously in pain She spills with compassion, as that young child's face in her hands she grips Can you imagine all that greed and avarice coming down on that child's lips Well I hope I don't die too soon I pray the Lord my soul to save Oh I'll be a good boy, I'm trying so hard to behave Because there's one thing I know, I'd like to live long enough to savour That's when they finally put you in the ground I'll stand on your grave and tramp the dirt down When England was the whore of the world Margaret was her madam And the future looked as bright and as clear as the black tarmacadam Well I hope that she sleeps well at night, isn't haunted by every tiny detail 'Cos when she held that lovely face in her hands all she thought of was betrayal And now the cynical ones say that it all ends the same in the long run Try telling that to the desperate father who just squeezed the life from his only son And how it's only voices in your head and dreams you never dreamt Try telling him the subtle difference between justice and contempt Try telling me she isn't angry with this pitiful discontent When they flaunt it in your face as you line up for punishment And then expect you to say "Thank you" straighten up, look proud and pleased Because you've only got the symptoms, you haven't got the whole disease Just like a schoolboy, whose head's like a tin-can filled up with dreams then poured down the drain Try telling that to the boys on both sides, being blown to bits or beaten and maimed Who takes all the glory and none of the shame Well I hope you live long now, I pray the Lord your soul to keep I think I'll be going before we fold our arms and start to weep I never thought for a moment that human life could be so cheap 'Cos when they finally put you in the ground They'll stand there laughing and tramp the dirt down Gotta love Elvis
May 12, 201015 yr Some more lyrical love for Maggie HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE MOTHER OF 1000 DEAD? - CRASS When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just tipped up shouting in vain. Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night. You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence. Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence even when it's there -- like the wind seen from the window; seeing it, but not being touched by it. We never asked for war, nor in the innocence of our birth were we aware of it. We never asked for war, nor in the struggle to realisation did we feel there was a need for it. We never asked for war, nor in the joyful colours of our childhood were we conscious of its darkness. HOW DOES IT FEEL? Chorus. How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand dead? Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth. How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand dead? Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death. Verse One. Your arrogance has gutted these bodies of life, your deceit fooled them that it was worth the sacrifice. Your lies persuaded people to accept the wasted blood, your filthy pride cleansed you of the doubt you should have had. You smile in the face of death because you're so proud and vain, your cruel inhumanity stops you from realising the pain that you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered - it was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered. Verse Two. You never wanted peace or solution, from the start you lusted after war and destruction. Your blood-soaked reason ruled out other choices, your mockery gagged more moderate voices. So keen to play your bloody part, so impatient that your war be fought. Iron Lady with your stone heart so eager that the lesson be taught that you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered - it was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered. Chorus. Verse Three. Throughout our history you and your kind have stolen the young bodies of the living to be twisted and torn in filthy war. What right have you to defile those births? What right have you to devour that flesh? What right to spit on the hope with the gory madness that you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered - it was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered. Chorus. Verse Four. You accuse us of disrespect for the dead, but it was you who slaughtered out of national pride. Just how much did you care? What respect did you have as you sent those bodies to their communal grave? You buried them rough-handed, they'd given you their all, that once living flesh defiled in the hell that you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered - it was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered. Verse Five. You use those deaths to achieve your ends still, using the corpses as a moral blackmail. You say, "Think of what those young men gave," as you try to bind us in your living death, yet we do think of them, ice-cold and silenced in the snow covered moorlands, stopped by the violence that you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered - it was YOUR decision to have those young boys slaughtered.
May 12, 201015 yr I found this poem by Alan Gibbons How to bake a Thatcher cake Ingredients: A pair of barking mad eyes A nose that could skewer fish A withered claw A son who sells helicopters to terrorists 250 grams of class hatred 100 mls of small town malice One (rather small) imperialist adventure One emaciated economy Several million wrecked lives One miserably ineffective parliamentary opposition. Method: Take your ingredients. Bake in a hot oven for eighteen years. Garnish with lashings of sickeningly good luck. Finally, seal in a coffin and bury. Norma
May 12, 201015 yr Some more lyrical love for Maggie HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE MOTHER OF 1000 DEAD? - CRASS When you woke this morning you looked so rocky-eyed, blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just tipped up shouting in vain. Maybe someone hears what you say, but you're still on your own at night. You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence. Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the silence even when it's there -- like the wind seen from the window; seeing it, but not being touched by it. We never asked for war, nor in the innocence of our birth were we aware of it. We never asked for war, nor in the struggle to realisation did we feel there was a need for it. We never asked for war, nor in the joyful colours of our childhood were we conscious of its darkness. HOW DOES IT FEEL? Chorus. How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand dead? Young boys rest now, cold graves in cold earth. How does it feel to be the mother of a thousand dead? Sunken eyes, lost now; empty sockets in futile death. Verse One. Your arrogance has gutted these bodies of life, your deceit fooled them that it was worth the sacrifice. Your lies persuaded people to accept the wasted blood, your filthy pride cleansed you of the doubt you should have had. You smile in the face of death because you're so proud and vain, your cruel inhumanity stops you from realising the pain that you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered - it was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered. Verse Two. You never wanted peace or solution, from the start you lusted after war and destruction. Your blood-soaked reason ruled out other choices, your mockery gagged more moderate voices. So keen to play your bloody part, so impatient that your war be fought. Iron Lady with your stone heart so eager that the lesson be taught that you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered - it was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered. Chorus. Verse Three. Throughout our history you and your kind have stolen the young bodies of the living to be twisted and torn in filthy war. What right have you to defile those births? What right have you to devour that flesh? What right to spit on the hope with the gory madness that you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered - it was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered. Chorus. Verse Four. You accuse us of disrespect for the dead, but it was you who slaughtered out of national pride. Just how much did you care? What respect did you have as you sent those bodies to their communal grave? You buried them rough-handed, they'd given you their all, that once living flesh defiled in the hell that you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered - it was your decision to have those young boys slaughtered. Verse Five. You use those deaths to achieve your ends still, using the corpses as a moral blackmail. You say, "Think of what those young men gave," as you try to bind us in your living death, yet we do think of them, ice-cold and silenced in the snow covered moorlands, stopped by the violence that you inflicted, you determined, you created, you ordered - it was YOUR decision to have those young boys slaughtered. At least Maggie had a mandate for war and only killed military personnel, Blair had no mandate for war and carpet bombed residential areas of Baghdad along with his fellow genocidal war criminal Bush
May 12, 201015 yr He is ... but you have to give Craig his due ... he's never been ashamed to declare his undying support and love for the old witch. He's her number one fan just inches ahead of Chris. Norma Several miles ahead of Chris I would say ;) Like my views or dislike them I back them up with reasoning, Chris comes up with Sun editorial soundbites
May 12, 201015 yr Conservative Liberal Democrat coalition agreements Agreements between the Liberal Democrats and the Conservative Party was reached May 11, 2010. http://libdems.org.uk/news_detail.aspx?tit...17-7778979458ff I must say most of this is really good if it actually gets done.
May 12, 201015 yr At least Maggie had a mandate for war and only killed military personnel, Blair had no mandate for war and carpet bombed residential areas of Baghdad along with his fellow genocidal war criminal Bush What mandate? Did I sleep through a 1982 election?
May 12, 201015 yr At least Maggie had a mandate for war and only killed military personnel, Blair had no mandate for war and carpet bombed residential areas of Baghdad along with his fellow genocidal war criminal Bush I didn't agree with Blair's actions in Iraq either
May 12, 201015 yr What mandate? Did I sleep through a 1982 election? :lol: Edited May 12, 201015 yr by Severin
May 12, 201015 yr What mandate? Did I sleep through a 1982 election? I don't recall any information from the UN suggesting us defending our territory was illegal The Falklands conflict had a UN mandate But hey you would rather we had stood idly by and had British citizens ethnically cleansed clearly :rolleyes: Argentina was run by a deranged dictator in Galtieri with an appalling human rights record, British citizens in the Falklands were in danger, the Falklands was right If Galtieri had had the islanders killed or tortured or whatever Maggie would have got appalling stick for sitting on her arse doing nothing so it was a no win situation for her
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