*to Hanlon's razor: Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity.

Wednesday, 24 April 2013

Thatcher: "Tramp the dirt down"

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.
"Epitaph on a Tyrant"
W. H. Auden


  1. And people like you, they make me feel so old inside