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For some years now, I’ve been moaning about our political colors in America: The conservatives somehow became red, and the Left became blue. This is a reversal of the natural order. They’re not called Reds and pinkos for nothin’.

About a month ago, I had another occasion to moan: I was writing about Stephen Harper, the prime minister of Canada (Conservative), and he says things like, “These areas have been red for many years, and we’re painting them blue.” What he means is, “These areas have been voting Liberal for many years, but we’re convincing them to vote Conservative.”

At the end of today’s Impromptus, I have a little note on Margaret Thatcher. I cannot add to what writers in our various countries have said. I just say a little about what she meant to me personally — she played a big role in my political development.

And I’d like to record, here on the Corner, something a writer in the Telegraph, Sue Cameron, said: “[Thatcher] once told me that she liked wearing red, but rarely did as PM because politically it was the ‘wrong’ colour. Significantly, perhaps, she wore a dark red outfit the day she finally left Downing Street. Yet it is in her signature Tory royal blue that we will remember her . . .”

I promise not to bellyache about political colors for — let’s see, I think I can make it to June or so.

P.S. I’m not going to give you a Thatcher-article hall of fame — but I want to recommend three articles, and I’m excluding those published here on our own blessed website. I give you Paul Johnson, Charles Moore, and Peter Oborne. Absorb these articles, and you will know Margaret Thatcher, for sure.

I also believe that Robert Conquest will write a poem about his late friend, the PM. That too should be a bull’s-eye (plus a model of craftsmanship).



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