The Antisocial Socialist

Yes, Margaret Thatcher is dead.

Uh, you know this already. I am admittedly both pleased at the timing, given that the Official Maggie Exorcism Day is Thursday, and slightly irked, given that I have been planning, for years, to throw a party when the old bat finally bit it, and for obvious reasons I cannot. (Guys? Party in my hospital room? Maybe?)

But I'm going to take it as a good omen. And hey, if I die in three days, at least I'll have outlived her.

Anyway, what can I say that hasn't been said already? I mean, the internet pretty much exploded while I was at work. Good fuckin' riddance, too bad it took so long, etc.

Some links for your perusal:

Ian Bone's surprisingly understated reaction post. (I wish I could attend that party.)

21 Thatcher songs.

Glenn Greenwald on proper death etiquette.

I refuse to believe that this is actually a typo:



And, of course, the classic anthem:



Someone should probably stake her just to make sure.

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