No Irony, Lady

As I lose quota and the Library CD blocks not midway, same as the film being preempted because its mere presence in TeeVee listings was enough to capture souls, all I could tell about Thatcher's ascent to  stiffening of shirts on a play for other people's houses in the Lady's room of Parliament  came at the same time of the US Nazi Party's birth, and she had her fun marrying women to real mouthy absolutists, killing off the slack by trying to "nigger" whoever came within aim, even labor unions, who, to save their jobs, stopped the organizing of the mouthed off generated to disrupt the mathematical ability of the rest, for a New World Order of their own, by stopping providing services to schools, and the dumb bitch fell for it by closing same.

For that matter, the IRA explosions of their murderous gatherings at hotels confirms the suspicion Bill Mc Kibben has of me accusing the IRA of being British spies, mostly because they bothered saving British Democrats by demolishing the nightly architectural modifications to their buildings by a slave labor force so fucked up it can't be seen by day, they needed to organize for house break ins, voter fraud, and variations of murder by common womanly household goods. The IRA always warns before it bombs so the buildings are empty, there's no loss of human life, unlike Al Quaeda, relegated to  bombing us during rush hour. Explosion for explosion, both Mc Kibben and Steinem would have gladly confused them for communists had their opinion been requested. Heck, even if it's not.

And, for that matter, it's not unusual to find a non native Namibian wandering questionable corners of Dublin in a daze, just because the day before he had thanked a Roman Catholic cashieer after receiving change for a purchase. Hey, he's Irish too.