Two words about Mrs. Thatcher: She fought. She fought them at every turn, with toughness and wit and steel and humor — by any means necessary. She never wavered from doing what she thought was right, never lost a moment of sleep over it, and never relented in her pursuit of her goals. She did not seek to reach across the aisle unless her enemies were already on their knees, disarmed, with their heads bowed in surrender. Her sudden fall in 1990, with victory in sight in the Cold War, was a disgrace to Britain and the Tory Party, and John Major an ultimately unworthy successor on the order of George H. W. Bush here in the States. We thus returned to Managed Decline, already in progress. What else are men with the souls of bureaucrats for?
