RUST IN PEACE ...

She used to say: "If my critics saw me walking over the Thames they would say it was because I couldn't swim"

She used to say: "No one would remember the Good Samaritan if he had only had good intentions. He had money as well".

She used to say: "If you want something said, ask a man. If you want something done, ask a woman".

In one of her last public acts she said: "I might prefer iron - but bronze will do... It won't rust".

She was only half right: her statue in the House of Commons facing Sir W. Churchill, will not rust but she is "rusting in peace" in the most complete loneliness, according to the British mass-medias.

She is now an old, very old lady, with a frail health, widow since very long, and to top it off her twins don't care a damn about her - her son lives in South Africa and her daughter in Madrid.
I am nobody to blame them... They probably have very strong and mighty reasons to do that... They are the only ones to know what kind of mother she was and what they have been through...

I am talking about Baroness Margaret Thatcher, the Iron Lady, the one and only woman who was Prime Minister in Great Britain. The one who ruled her part of the world with the guts of a man.

The Iron Lady is lonely and rusting. She already is a myth, an important part of the British History and I can't help feeling such a sadness for her present situation, where she lives at the threshold of a world of shadows.

I am sending her a gentle and soft kiss, with all my respects <3 and I can't help wondering if being an Iron Lady was worth it ?

[source - Street Utopia]