A friend posted this to facebook:
"When Margaret Thatcher succeeded in her ideological campaign to wage class war and bring the working classes to their knees she patted herself and her toadies on the back. With every life and community she destroyed, every factory shut down or sold off, every mine closed, she licked her blood stained lips and purred with pleasure. When the Falklands conflict was won, at the cost of hundreds of British lives and thousands of Argentinians, she called not for reflection on lives lost, but for us to "Rejoice! Rejoice!" With every deed committed she celebrated her victory. I've thought long and hard about how I would react at her death. I always thought I'd celebrate. But that's what people like her would do. I won't be that. So no, I won't be doing a joyous jig. But I sure as hell won't be mourning."