Thatcher’s £10m funeral is going to happen, however furious we get about it - and despite the cuts the poorest parts of the country have just been subjected to. Like all the horrible things that are going on in UK politics it’s just going to happen. I have never felt so disillusioned in my life.
I am frightened of our government. I am frightened that spending like this can happen so blatantly, that money can be openly funneled into something the country very vocally doesn’t want, that people are told they are leeches, that they are lazy for not having work, that homeless people quietly die on the streets of the capital whilst establishments like fucking Harrods tower above them, that privileged men and women who share the city with them ignore them, get pissed off at the mere fact that they have to walk past them - and most of all I am frightened that we are powerless to do anything about the fact that £10m - that’s £10,000,000 - of money that could pay for teachers, nurses, police, doctors, libraries, schools, accommodation or any number of significantly worthier causes is going to be spent on celebrating the life of a human being who shamelessly and with massive forethought damaged the lives of people paying for it.
I am frightened that people with more money than I am likely to ever have are angry at the prospect of paying tax to help people with less than them, and frightened at what this is indicative of in our country. As ever, I am beyond willing to pay tax on the income I am privileged to have, and pay more of it if necessary, if it helps other human beings exist - but the inherent imbalance in this country is nothing short of terrifying.