The first since Sir Winston Churchill’s in 1965, the funeral would acknowledge the exceptional impact of her 11-year premiership in reversing the decline in Britain’s postwar fortunes.
As such, it would be certain to prove controversial among the many people who lost their jobs during the “Thatcher revolution” which reintroduced market forces into many fields of activity and for which she has not been forgiven by some.
So, a state funeral for Maggie? Why the hell not. Let’s do it.
And whilst we’re at it, let’s have a frantic choir of badly-dressed midgets singing the ding-dong song. Hell, I’m only 5ft tall myself, I’ll lead the chorus. Let’s have a party. Let’s have a gigantic piss-up to see the old girl off, and with her what remained of industrial Britain: its hatred.
Because once the witch is dead, maybe the progressive left can finally move on.
We lost, back in the mid-80s. Well, in fact, I was watching The Poddington Peas and eating a rusk on a sofa in Islington at the time, officer – but, vicariously, I lost too. We all lost. We need to face that, forgive ourselves and move on.
Thatcher killed British industry, warped it forever. We can never go back. We’ve watched our children drink and smoke and fuck in the ruins for a generation now, and it’s time to give up the ghost, stop bleating and build something better. We’ve got reforms to make, bills to fight, protests to organise. We’ve got at least two years left with a nominally liberal party in power and we need to use them, to their fullest.
Let’s have a party. Let’s have a great, big doomsday party and, in the morning, knock back a tumbler of Resolve and start planning the next battle. We aren’t beaten yet. We just lost. I see red in every possible sense when my elders and betters on the left confuse the two. There are issues still to promote and everything to win in this new post-Industrial Britain for the cause of social equality, workers’ rights and reformist socialism.
‘Socialists cry “Power to the people”, and raise the clenched fist as they say it. We all know what they really mean—power over people, power to the State.’
Thatcher, Speech to the Conservative Council, March 15 1986
It is, of course, deeply disrespectful to speculate about someone’s timely death before it happens. Which is why my comrades and I have quietly had a party-kitty going since 2003. A source said that one advantage of a state funeral would be to augment the public debate about the Thatcherite legacy. ‘Doubtless there will be some people who will throw water bombs, and they will probably make themselves look very stupid in the process,’ he said.
There is still a flourishing liberal conscience in Britain, and we need to deport ourselves with dignity, as more than the slathering, drooling proto-fascist reds that Maggie dismissed us as. We believe in hard work, civil rights, social responsibility and the freedom of the individual. We believe in justice and in leaving noone behind. When the Iron Lady finally goes, it’ll be a moment for reflection for every young punk who promised to dance on her grave back in the 1980s. So let’s send her out in style, and when the dancing’s done, let’s plan for what comes next.
And by the way: Commie Girl is now up at Red Pepper. Enjoy. 🙂