Why i hate Thatcher!

I was around 10 years old when Thatcher came to power. I grew up fully in the face of her warped, vindictive, biased, corrupt and selfish policies, and lived my teens and what should have been the best years of my life through them. The day she departs this earth will be the day a whole generation rejoices in her demise.

The woman whose anti-trade union policies reduced the power of collectivism to zero, and who decimated the rights of working people everywhere. As a result, employers were legally permitted to replace proper meaningful jobs and apprenticeships, and exploit workers on perverted government schemes, paying them just £25 pounds per week in the process.

The woman who massively widened the already obscene gap between the rich and the poor, as her supporters in big business, newly privatised utilities, and the arms and defence industries made billions, whilst those in the new 'underclass' suffered from crippling unemployment, homelessness, poverty, crime, drug abuse and hopelessness.

The woman who actively promoted selfishness, and disdain for those less able, with her infamous 'There is no such thing as society' mercenary attitude, and who almost worshipped greed and opportunism as virtues.

The woman whose atrocious employment policies favoured those who kept her in power, at the expense of the working class people who actually provided the wealth. Secure, full-time employment in manufacturing, engineering, and heavy industry was replaced with low paid casual, temporary contract work in the call centre, fast food, and service sectors. In the process, worker's rights were eroded to almost zero. An almost fanatical anti-Europeanism ensured that it would be many, many more years before Britain entered parity with the rest of the European Union on worker's rights and minimum wage levels. In many cases, parity is still a long way off.

The woman who led a campaign demanding that General Augusto Pinochet go free. A man responsible for the deaths of tens of thousands of workers, socialists and other political opponents; who presided over mass executions, torture and rape; and whom she routinely described as a bastion of democracy.

The woman who called mass-murdering dictator Suharto "one of our very best and most valuable friends." Suharto, with the full backing of obscene capitalists like Thatcher, waded to power through rivers of blood, as more than a million people were slaughtered and the whole population was held in fear of their lives for over 30 years. In the genocide that decimated east Timor, Suharto's gestapo, known as Kopassus, gunned down innocent men, women, and children with British-supplied Heckler & Koch machine guns, fired from British-supplied Tactica 'riot control' vehicles.

The woman who directly ordered the sinking of the General Belgrano, to undermine peace talks and enter the Falklands War to boost her popularity at home. After being tracked for nearly 36 hours by the British nuclear submarine HMS Conqueror, the Belgrano was was sunk by three torpedoes on May 2nd, 1982, despite being outside a 200-mile (320-km) exclusion zone, and heading for home.

The woman who routinely used state-sponsored terrorism to assassinate Republican activists in Ireland (and other soverign territory), and who unilaterally acted as judge, jury, and executioner by covertly re-introducing the death penalty for those who dared to oppose British imperialism on Irish soil.

The woman who allowed ten young men to starve themselves to death, by refusing to acknowledge the fact that they were imprisoned for their beliefs, and for actions related to the political situation in Ireland. By trying to have them classed as common criminals - a tag no political activist has ever worn - she signed their death warrants. She did so freely, willingly, and without afterthought, despite there being numerous opportunities to resolve the situation by alternative means.

HUNS
A primary teacher explains to her class that she is a Rangers fan. She asks her students to raise their hands if they, too, are Rangers fans. Everyone in the class raises their hand except one little girl. The teacher looks at the girl with surprise and says, "Kelly, why didn't you raise your hand?"
"Because I'm not a Rangers fan,"Well, if you are not a Rangers fan, then who are you a fan of?"
"I am an Celtic fan, and proud of it," Kelly replied.
The teacher could not believe her ears.
"Kelly, why, pray tell, are you an Celtic fan?"
"Because my mum is an Celtic fan, and my dad is an Celtic fan, so I'm an Celtic fan too!"
"Well," said the teacher in an obviously annoyed tone, "that is no reason for you to be a Celtic fan. You don't have to be just like your parents all of the time. What if your mum was a prostitute and your dad was a drug addict, what would you be then?"
"Then," Kelly smiled, "Then I'd be a Rangers fan

I am standing on the threshold of another trembling world. May God have mercy on my soul. My heart is very sore because I know that I have broken my poor mother's heart, and my home is struck with unbearable anxiety. But I have considered all the arguements and tried every means to avoid what has become the unavoidable: it has been forced upon me and my comrades by four and a half years of stark inhumanity.
I am a political prisoner. I am a political prisoner because I am a casualty of a perennial war that is being fought between the oppressed Irish people and an alien, oppressive, unwanted regime that refuses to withdraw from our land...
I believe I am but another of those wretched Irishmen born of a risen generation with a deeply rooted and unquenchable desire for freedom. I am dying not just to attempt to end the barbarity of H-Block, or to gain the rightful recognition of a political prisoner, but primarily because what is lost here is for the Republic and those wretched oppressed whom I am deeply proud to know as the "risen people".