Saints bones.

Is it just me - or has the current 'dash for thatcherism' (or its dismembered relics) become rather like on of those medieval struggles to collect the bones of a saint.
St Margret might be dead, but the political world is full of her agents (those who 'masterminded' this or that election or scheme), which can be adopted as a talisman, in some hope the glamour will wear off on them. Liberal get the mastermind of her 987 election campaign, the Labour part the saachi and saachi account, the Tories charles Saachi himself...
to those of us who remember those days, and the shere incompency, of the thatcher government (and the opposition which opposed it), all this is almost beyond parody. Or perhaps it is the stuff of the Decameron itself, where faith becomes enough to transform the vilest of sinners into a saint.
Which is a great story, and a fun way to run a religion, and yet starts to look a little threadbare when one considers how one should run a country...

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