Bjarni and the iron lady Ian McDonald skrifar 30. ágúst 2023 08:30 I write the following as someone raised in a working class family in the north of England. A place where the name of Margaret Thatcher is spoken with revulsion, hatred and contempt for what she did to our communities, our country, and the working class as a whole. If you were to look into the hearts of those of us from the north of England, you would see three things: A strong cup of tea. A nice plate of curry and chips A burning pyre with an effigy of Margaret Thatcher resting on top. To see Bjarni Benediktsson unabashedly indulging in the acquisition of Margaret Thatcher memorabilia is a deeply unsettling and jarring spectacle, and something I take personally. This behaviour casts an ominous pall over the intentions and values of these leaders, exposing a level of audacious insensitivity that demands scrutiny. Margaret Thatcher remains a figure whose legacy remains indelibly etched in societal strife. The unapologetic veneration of her image by politicians is an act that raises a litany of disconcerting questions about their loyalties and the nightmarish path they are poised to tread. Margaret Thatcher's enduring legacy is inextricable from her relentless crusade against unions and her ruthless gutting of welfare programs. Her approach transcended the bounds of pragmatic reform, morphing into an onslaught against the rights of the working class and the social safety nets that the most vulnerable relied upon. The repercussions of these policies persist, as economic disparities persistently haunt our modern landscape. The audacity of politicians pursuing Thatcher memorabilia transcends mere personal eccentricity; it is an alarming endorsement of her ruinous policies. The Thatcherite doctrine of deregulation and privatization erected barriers between the privileged and the oppressed, fomenting societal discord and perpetuating the chasms of economic inequality. It sends an unsettling signal about their intentions. Are they paying homage to history, or are they surreptitiously courting a constituency that fervently craves a return to a time when the elite reigned supreme and the cries of the marginalized fell on deaf ears? By endorsing a character like Thatcher, Bjarni is showing that he (like her) will not rest until the working poor are consigned to nothing but poverty and misery, unions are gutted, and every essential aspect of society is stripped for parts and sold to the highest bidder. Most likely his family and friends. As a proud working class Mancunian, I cannot and will not stand by and let that happen. The author is a manufacturing worker. Viltu birta grein á Vísi? Sendu okkur póst. Senda grein Sjálfstæðisflokkurinn Mest lesið Glæpur eða gjörningur? Sigfús Aðalsteinsson,Baldur Borgþórsson Skoðun Dýrkeypt vinavæðing á vakt lögreglustjórans Ólafur Hauksson Skoðun Börn í biðröð hjá Sýslumanni Helga Vala Helgadóttir Skoðun Svöng Eflingarbörn Guðmundur Ingi Þóroddsson Skoðun Ríkisstjórnin hækkar leigu stúdenta Arent Orri J. Claessen,Viktor Pétur Finnsson Skoðun Úr myrkri í von – Saga Grindvíkinga Bryndís Gunnlaugsdóttir Skoðun COP30, Ísland, lífsskilyrði og loftslagsvá Kamma Thordarson Skoðun Orkuskiptin heima og að heiman Eiríkur Hjálmarsson Skoðun Pops áttu p? Benedikt S. Benediktsson Skoðun Fyrir hvað stöndum við? Brynja Hallgrímsdóttir Skoðun Skoðun Skoðun Íslandsklukkan: Markleysa frá upphafi Gunnar Salvarsson skrifar Skoðun Um stöðu íslenskukennslu á Íslandi Kjartan Jónsson skrifar Skoðun Gasa: Löng og torfarin leið til endurreisnar Philippe Lazzarini skrifar Skoðun Pops áttu p? Benedikt S. Benediktsson skrifar Skoðun Ríkisstjórnin hækkar leigu stúdenta Arent Orri J. Claessen,Viktor Pétur Finnsson skrifar Skoðun Annar í feðradegi…og ég leyfi mér að dreyma Ólafur Grétar Gunnarsson skrifar Skoðun Orkuskiptin heima og að heiman Eiríkur Hjálmarsson skrifar Skoðun Fyrir hvað stöndum við? Brynja Hallgrímsdóttir skrifar Skoðun COP30, Ísland, lífsskilyrði og loftslagsvá Kamma Thordarson skrifar Skoðun Dýrkeypt vinavæðing á vakt lögreglustjórans Ólafur Hauksson skrifar Skoðun Svöng Eflingarbörn Guðmundur Ingi Þóroddsson skrifar Skoðun Úr myrkri í von – Saga Grindvíkinga Bryndís Gunnlaugsdóttir skrifar Skoðun Þak yfir höfuðið er mannréttindi ekki forréttindi Kristján Þórður Snæbjarnarson skrifar Skoðun Glæpur eða gjörningur? Sigfús Aðalsteinsson,Baldur Borgþórsson skrifar Skoðun Við erum að vinna fyrir þig Þorgerður Katrín Gunnarsdóttir skrifar Skoðun Börn í biðröð hjá Sýslumanni Helga Vala Helgadóttir skrifar Skoðun Sofandaháttur Íslands í nýrri iðnbyltingu Sigvaldi Einarsson skrifar Skoðun Byggjum fyrir síðustu kaupendur Friðjón R. 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I write the following as someone raised in a working class family in the north of England. A place where the name of Margaret Thatcher is spoken with revulsion, hatred and contempt for what she did to our communities, our country, and the working class as a whole. If you were to look into the hearts of those of us from the north of England, you would see three things: A strong cup of tea. A nice plate of curry and chips A burning pyre with an effigy of Margaret Thatcher resting on top. To see Bjarni Benediktsson unabashedly indulging in the acquisition of Margaret Thatcher memorabilia is a deeply unsettling and jarring spectacle, and something I take personally. This behaviour casts an ominous pall over the intentions and values of these leaders, exposing a level of audacious insensitivity that demands scrutiny. Margaret Thatcher remains a figure whose legacy remains indelibly etched in societal strife. The unapologetic veneration of her image by politicians is an act that raises a litany of disconcerting questions about their loyalties and the nightmarish path they are poised to tread. Margaret Thatcher's enduring legacy is inextricable from her relentless crusade against unions and her ruthless gutting of welfare programs. Her approach transcended the bounds of pragmatic reform, morphing into an onslaught against the rights of the working class and the social safety nets that the most vulnerable relied upon. The repercussions of these policies persist, as economic disparities persistently haunt our modern landscape. The audacity of politicians pursuing Thatcher memorabilia transcends mere personal eccentricity; it is an alarming endorsement of her ruinous policies. The Thatcherite doctrine of deregulation and privatization erected barriers between the privileged and the oppressed, fomenting societal discord and perpetuating the chasms of economic inequality. It sends an unsettling signal about their intentions. Are they paying homage to history, or are they surreptitiously courting a constituency that fervently craves a return to a time when the elite reigned supreme and the cries of the marginalized fell on deaf ears? By endorsing a character like Thatcher, Bjarni is showing that he (like her) will not rest until the working poor are consigned to nothing but poverty and misery, unions are gutted, and every essential aspect of society is stripped for parts and sold to the highest bidder. Most likely his family and friends. As a proud working class Mancunian, I cannot and will not stand by and let that happen. The author is a manufacturing worker.