A birthday tribute

A friend once told me a story about a musician friend of his (yes, I know, friend of a friend, but he actually gave the names, and I've met said person, so I'm inclined to believe it's true...), going out to a music shop just off Oxford Street. A fairly informal place, the owner was drinking tea with other customers, and suggested to the newcomer that he, too, may like to join them in a cuppa, and that he should go to the kitchen, and sort himself out with one. Whilst in there, he noticed there was a bottle of champagne in the fridge, so asked the owner if he was celebtrating something. "No", he replied, "It's just waiting there until Thatcher dies". Well, I, too have a bottle of champagne in my fridge, waiting for something worth celebrating, and that seems as good as any other excuse. Sadly, however, she's just turned 80 today. And, furthermore, her bastard son seems to have taken over as Prime Minister, revelling in the same Fundamentalist neo-liberal dogmas that she used to espouse. What is it that makes people believe this nonsense. In a science, a hypothesis is rejected when it is falsified. In economics (the dismal science, as someone I can't remember described it), someone can claim that unrestricted "free market" capitalism is good for a country, it can be implemented in full, by Milton Friedman's "Chicago Boys", in Chile, when General Pinochet more or less handed his economic policy over to them in the 1970s, and it can destroy the country, which only recovered thanks to a hefty dose of Keynesian interventionism - surely as effective a refutation as is needed. And yet, it is still espoused by various acolytes and priests, who view it as the only way forward.
Nonetheless, I digress. Thatcher's still alive. And 80. Whilst, if she died, it would change nothing, and her ridiculoud opinions and ideologies are still alive and well with our current corrupt Prime Minister, her death would be, if nothing else, an excuse for a party. And a group trip to piss on her grave...