In the Guardian:

Exactly the same is true of Thatcher. There’s something distinctively creepy – in a Roman sort of way about this mandated ritual that our political leaders must be heralded and consecrated as saints upon death. This is accomplished by this baseless moral precept that it is gauche or worse to balance the gushing praise for them upon death with valid criticisms. There is absolutely nothing wrong with loathing Margaret Thatcher or any other person with political influence and power based upon perceived bad acts, and that doesn’t change simply because they die. If anything, it becomes more compelling to commemorate those bad acts upon death as the only antidote against a society erecting a false and jingoistically self-serving history.

(Thanks to Daniel McAdams)

The Best of Llewellyn H. Rockwell, Jr.