Lady Margaret Thatcher, Britain's only female prime minister, has died at the age of eighty-seven.
Her detractors then and now don't understand her place in history (and no one has replaced her since). As a wee lass growing up in the Eighties, I remember a Great Britain and United States that worked and a Canada that didn't. I remember an empire so evil that no one flinched at calling it just. I remember a pope that made Moscow quake. Margaret Thatcher, Ronald Reagan and Pope John Paul II were the people a troubled world needed.
Look at us now. The United States is being run into the ground by a Kenyan dictator, Canada is poised to make a second Trudeau mistake (and it was doing so well, too!) and Britain is just another failed Pakistani state. No one wants to remember communism as a force of pure evil and one can forget about terming Islamism that lest they feel the wrath of communism's ugly step-children firmly entrenched in the universities and the popular press. We have yet to see where the new Holy Father will take the Church or how he will rock the world.
Lady Thatcher's detractors may hate her (as I'm sure they will) but one must respect her. They would be nothing without her. They can thank her for that.