TEARS IN THE RAIN
Luca Bocci
She left us without warning, in a grey and cold morning as it happens so frequently in London, without much of a fuss, leaving the world astounded like in the splendid decade that defined the future of a country that, back then, everybody considered a lost cause.
For all of those like myself who grew under the spell of the giants of conservative politics in the 1980s it was a sudden blow, a punch to the stomach that leaves you breathless, dumbfounded.
You try to remember only the good times, the many lessons she tried to teach us in her long political career and her flawless private live.
You try to remain composed, show the “stiff upper lip” that Britons are so rightly proud of.
Then, as the hopeless Latin idiot you are, you start crying like a pig.
Mind you, this is not a rhetorical figure, even as I write this article I feel tears running on my cheeks. Doesn’t happen that often. Many years ago, when my grandmother passed away, after a long and painful struggle with cancer, I couldn’t shed a tear. Not this time, this time I cried like a baby.
You wonder why. I have never had the honor to meet Margaret Thatcher but I felt closer to her than I feel with many so-called friends, colleagues or even relatives.
She taught me what loving your country really means.
She taught me that business-as-usual politics are nothing but a farce, that the only way to leave a mark is getting down and solve real problems, even when it’s not convenient.
She taught me that on principles you never compromise, ever, even or especially if you know that you’ll have to pay a steep personal or political price for it.
She taught me what leadership was all about, how a real leader treats special interests, those who think that their gain trumps always the national interest.
She was not a distant figure, an icon to venerate from afar. Margaret Thatcher was a role model in every way, from personal to political life. Majestic, sculpted in stone, unreachable. The idea of walking in her footsteps ludicrous, as it should happen when you choose the right person. This, in my very humble opinion, is the real hallmark of her greatness.
You judge a tree by its fruits. Margaret’s are still very visible, even if the special interests she fought so hard have tried their very best to destroy everything she’s built.
Margaret Thatcher changed British politics forever. Her reluctant and possibly insincere heir, David Cameron, couldn’t help himself, he had to slash taxes on enterprises and increase the no-tax area. Things that in continental Europe would still be anathema. This country is still different from the rest of Europe, better, with much solid foundations, thanks to her.
In the darkest moment of European history in the past century, when everywhere the forces of statism and totalitarianism are getting ready for their final assault on personal freedoms, when people feel no shame in taking money away from private citizens’ bank accounts, sacrificing everything to their false god, the government, Margaret left us.
This is not her world anymore, there seems to be place only for the looters Ayn Rand described so vividly 50 years ago.
Now the only acceptable way to become rich is stealing public money, money extorted by force from citizens that are nothing but slaves to the government, deprived of every right, except the one to obey and pay.
Margaret Thatcher saved a country that seemed all but doomed only to see it fall back into the hands of the same criminals that almost destroyed it.
She left active politics long ago, but her presence was very much felt in Westminster.
Her legacy, though, is elsewhere, in the hearts and minds of all the children of the conservative revolution that she and Ronald Wilson Reagan spearheaded.
Her words of wisdom and common sense are a daily inspiration to all of those that refuse to give up and stand up in front of the rising statist tide, facing the hubris of Socialists, red and black alike, that see the day of final victory approaching fast.
If there is a single hope to avert once again the fall of Western civilization and the triumph of statist mysticism, well, we owe it to her, her example and her memory.
Now we are truly alone and we must walk our path without her silent presence to guide us.
Her departure couldn’t have happened in a worse moment, but hope cannot fade with her.
Never forget, never surrender. We have lived on the shoulder of these two giants long enough.
Now is the time to turn their words into actions and fight in their name.
Our tears will fade in the rain, yes, but they will not fall in vain.
Remember April 8th, mark it on your calendar, for this is the day the real battle has to begin, now we must make their dream, the conservative revolution, reality.
We owe it to Margaret. She deserves nothing less than that.
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