By Peter Avebury.
Now that the great and the good, (great big bunch of criminals and the good at fleecing the British public), have departed not only St Paul's Cathedral but also London and Great Britain, we can look at what Margaret Thatcher's funeral was really all about.
Everyone has heard or read in the press the "official" version of events. We have witnessed the long procession of criminally traitorous politicians and their hangers on traipse in and out of the cathedral.
We have heard the funeral cost is £5,000,000. But nobody has explained exactly what all the palaver was really about!
Yes Thatcher has got the last rites.
Yes the country's "hoi polloi" got their toe in the door. Yes the military had a day out (though speaking from experience funeral drill is actually no fun).
Yes the main stream media and their generally rude and incorrectly dressed presenters we able to show what a bunch of nasty little politically correct Marxist scum they actually are.
But what, really, was it all about?
Remember, remember, the fifth of November...the rhyme goes. Remember is the important part.
Last year we had the Olympic Games. And before all that palaver, what...? Prince William and Kate's wedding... The Golden Jubilee popped up too.
Lots of pageantry, posh people poncing around the place, flags waving, military bands marching, pageantry, pomp and circumstance, more great and good looking pleased with themselves and the enormous wealth they've fiddled for themselves at our expense.
More military bands, more flags and doesn't everyone feel so much better?
We are being ruled by an incompetent conman who has cottoned on to the idea that when he has completely and utterly cocked everything up as Prime Minister, then the answer to all his woes (and he thinks ours too) is a bit of circus.
While real circuses are no longer allowed to have wild animals performing in them in Britain, (something to do with cruelty although we don't see them having their throats cut and being left to drown in their own blood Halal style), Cameron unleashes a wild frenzy of Queen, armed to the teeth Metropolitan Police Officers and the most hypocritical high Anglican clergy Britain has ever had to endure, on us.
The circus dazzled, the circus sang and all the great and the ghastly circus performers and clowns minced their way in and out of the cathedral.
And the people felt wonderful. They were exalted, their hearts were thrust to the heavens by the great British majesty of it all, they remembered and they forgot.
They remembered the magical mystery tour that was Margaret Thatcher facing down bully boy Scargill, they remembered the Marxist media doom mongers that Thatcher destroyed, they remembered the power and the glory of triumph the nation felt once victory in the Falklands had been achieved.
And for the time being, at least, they have forgotten the unparalled disaster that is David Cameron, probably the most incompetent Prime Minister since William Pitt.
But for one small unwavering voice, uncannily familiar:
Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might.
Put on the whole armour of God that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil.
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.
Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God that ye may be able to withstand the evil day, and having done all, to stand.
Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breastplate of righteousness;
And your feet shod with the preparation of the gospel of peace;
Above all taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked.
And take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God:
Praying always with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance and supplication for all saints...
It does seem that Thatcher knew Cameron's game, and when the dust has settled they will remember, they will remember Amanda Thatcher and those words of Ephesians.
It may just be that Cameron has been hoisted by his own petard for it is clear to see that he is the agent of the devil, and that evil is cast about his feet, for nothing good ever comes from Cameron.