The Iron Maiden turns 80

Birthday wishes are pouring in honour of Baroness Thatcher's 80th birthday, so I thought I'd post my own.

Happy birthday, you rancid, heartless, cacky-fingered old witch. If you were on fire, I would not bother to cross the street to piss on you. Not that your combustion would have any positive affect, since you've already left a lasting legacy in the shape of your charmless and amoral progeny.

Margaret Thatcher - a cross between Ayn Rand and a pit-bull