Baroness Margaret Thatcher died on Monday. Or so they say. Whenever an important figure passes away, the usual marijuana-muddled conspiracy quacks are quick to suggest they faked their own death. But the demise of Baroness Margaret Thatcher has been accepted without question, even by friends of mine who love Nordic jazz fusion, live on houseboats, ride unicycles, and eat only smoke. Can I, then, be alone in suspecting that, while she certainly did not fake her own death, perhaps someone faked Margaret Thatcher's life? Consider.'
The reported death of Mrs Thatcher could deliver a serious blow to the Labour party's gradual comeback. The Conservatives know they can consolidate this possibility by making themselves appear as the natural heirs to the late Lady Thatcher, but only if the perception of the baroness is micro-managed to appear unambiguously positive. By Wednesday the Thatcher years had been spun so enthusiastically that the proposed parliamentary celebration of her life that afternoon looked from the buttock-shaped space in my sofa like a man trap designed specifically to snap off Ed Miliband's testicles .... http://www.guardian.co.uk
