Nelson Mandela
A great man is critically ill. A great leader, and a human
one.
In contrast, what have we had for thirty four years?
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| The wicked witch. No-one with an ounce of humanity in them wished her well. |
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| Her boy, Tone. |
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| Tone gazes lovingly at his mentor, his muse, his mother. Cherie hopes her teeth are steradented firmly in place. |
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| Yes, Gordon is a moron. He told us he'd broken the boom / bust cycle. |
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| This is what we've got now. |
None of our lot would be wearing a replica shirt. Tone didn't mind basking in the glory, while recalling the minister for sport from the rugby world cup because there was a tight vote that might embarrass him.
Thatcher hated sport, along with everything else decent and worthwhile.
The thing we've got now goes on about an olympic legacy while secretly wishing he could still ride out in a red jacket killing things.
Thirty-four years of shame and embarrassment instead of pride and leadership.
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