I have not been out and about on the internet quite as much as usual since Mrs.Thatcher's death on Monday: I was very surprised to find the vitriol so strong after all this time, and comparisons to Hitler rampant.
Somehow I have managed to remain blissfully ignorant of any genocidal Holocaust she directed and her European Blitzkriegs. But perhaps I am an unwitting Revisionist.
People (many of whom weren't even born at the time) rejoicing in someone's death just depresses me and makes me despair, similar to the American celebrations of Bin Laden's death - there is a difference between justice and vengeance.
Allowing someone's actions from over 20 years ago to spark such rage and hatred just seems to me like giving that person a generous donation of even more influence and power over one; it is a poison that prevents forward movement, a psychological and emotional own goal that strips one of rationality and humanity. If one considers Thatcher to be a demon, then how is displaying demonic behavior yourself any improvement rather than a degradation of your own soul ?
Yes, I can understand why you think I may have smoked something a little ... unusual ... seeing as I do not talk politics, religion etc on this blog. I am just so dismayed that people - even knitters - take such enjoyment and pleasure out of another person's death. Paulo Coelho puts it in a far more literary way.
And just to reassure you I have not lost my sense of humor really:
And with a massive heave, we return to our scheduled programming, hopefully not having caused any burning offence to anyone, as that was not my intention.
So. I'm going to hide out for a while and do some actual Stuff, in Real Life. For instance, getting on with my Spring Green Cardigan, which is nearing completion:
However, I think first I shall make time to distract myself with the creative loveliness available to see at Tami's Amis ....