For readers in the rest of the world there has been a wee bit of a furore in the UK over whether the BBC should play Ding Dong the Witch is Dead on their chart show.


The song from the Wizard of Oz has risen in the British charts this week. This is not due to the strength of the pink pound and a gushing admiration for Judy Garland but rather to the death of Margaret Thatcher. Infantile progressives are purchasing this as a show of defiance over the death of a woman of 87 who has been out of power for decades and who suffered from Altzheimers in her later years.

There have been statements to the effect that to play this song would be an insult to Margaret Thatcher. They are right, it is intended as a deliberate insult, mainly from people who were not born when Mrs Thatcher was in power, to someone who cannot answer them back.

If you live in a free society one of the prices you pay is that people with whom you disagree are allowed to say things which you dislike or even find offensive. The BBC should play this trite song from 1939 no matter how gratuitously offensive many people find the reasons for its re-emergence because as a society we believe in freedom, something progressives find troublesome.

History will remember Margaret Thatcher best for the part she played with that other hate figure Ronald Reagan in the collapse of soviet communism, one of the most evil, dictatorial systems of human enslavement yet devised. We should remember that and not be pushed into replicating, no matter how marginally, the left’s intolerance of dissent.

The song should also be played because it demonstrates, as do many of the outpourings of this last week, the sheer infantile nastiness of progressives. To so many of them simple human decency is a strange and alien concept.

We should show them how grown ups behave.


4 thoughts on “PLAY IT AGAIN

    1. In a previous life I taught in a primary school and even today I sometimes have an almost overwhelming urge to tell George Galloway to stand in the corner until he learns how to behave.

  1. I remember what it was like, during the Thatcher years. I remember the Labour Isn’t Working poster, with a photograph of extras pretending to be in a dole queue, when there were fewer than a million unemployed, and listening to the Today Programme daily on the long drive to work, on which I picked up Liverpudlian job seekers who were hitch-hiking along the M4 that connects London and Bristol, looking for “wirk”.

    I remember the sinking of the Belgrano, and the convenient mislaying of the log book of the ship that sent 800 or so mainly conscript Argentinian to their watery graves. That number, 800, is indelibly etched upon my memory.

    I remember Mrs Thatcher mocking and taunting striking miners, and ridiculing the suggestion that the plan was to close almost every pit in the land.

    I remember what I believed in those days, from two scriptures the stood out on the page to me:

    1) “He who loves a quarrel, loves sin.”

    2) “He that mocketh the poor shows contempt for their Maker.”

    My sister was in those days the wife of a then Tory agent for a government minister. They both could have been killed by the Brighton bomb. Yet even they laughed, when Thatcher’s own party deposed her, when she was “savaged by a dead sheep”, and my OWN response was to sing the opening lines of “Ding dong the witch is dead” at THAT time.

    I ask you: How could anybody who doesn’t consider that Margaret Thatcher was a ruthless class warrior and a mischief maker possibly take offence at the inexplicable resurge of interest in the old song “Ding dong the witch is dead”? Such a reaction reminds me of the Pharisees’ and teachers of the law’s anger, because “they knew that He had spoken parable against them” (but couldn’t prove it, and durst not do anything against Him, because of the common people). You suspect that the ding dong song is somebody’s idea of a humorous “obitchuary” or “obwitchuary”? Prove it!

    You are right to say that the BBC should play the song. However, that the question should even arise is further evidence of the decline in our nation throughout my three score years of life, so much of which is attributable to the Iron Lady upon whose state funeral millions of pounds are about to be lavished.

    Mrs Thatcher played a leading contribution towards making the UK the country it is today. It is not surprising that some of the young who didn’t live through that part of our history, who have no other voice, are downloading paid-for copies of that song, in order to take it to number one in the singles’ chart.

    At the 1984 general election, I designed (but wasn’t talented enough to draw) a cartoon, in which Dorothy was depicted as the confused British voter, trying to choose between the Tin Man with no heart (Thatcher), the Scarecrow with no brain (Michael Foot), and a fat lion (Roy Jenkins) with no credible courage, i.e. the bravado of an unelectable would-be Prime Minister pretending to believe that he is going to win the election. That is the year in which I lost my faith in our democracy.

  2. There is a failure of political correctness indoctrination. People are told they must believe and think a certain way. People rebel against being told what to think and so they have to do that rebellion in anonymous ways eg. buying a track on itunes to show their real feelings. Others are less shameless and are having a party in Trafalgar Square or protest on the funeral procession route

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