Sunday, July 17, 2005

House of Commons, House of Horrors

'Cause I'm the Dead Man, Yeaaaaaah, I'm the Dead Maaaaaaaan
(Props to Mark)

Or
So, I guess the Deathman was the other inevitablity.
(Kudos to Craig)
Hope Edward Heath remembered to declare the pennies on his eyes as the former Prime Minister has died a week after celebrating his 89th birthday. The son of a turd farmer, Heath broke the tradition of blueblood heads of the Conservative Party when he became party leader in 1965. His role in creating England’s tax structure earned him a mention by name in The Beatles’ “The Taxman.” The Conservatives came to power in 1970 promising to reverse the 25-year long post-WWII decline that had led to spiraling prices and more than 1 million unemployed, but Heath was undone when he miscalculated the power of the coal unions. Heath called for an election, demanding to find out “Who governs Britain?” The answer: Labor Party head Harold Wilson. Heath’s lasting legacy was bringing the UK into the European Union, overcoming years of domestic and external resistance. Having led the Tories to defeat three times, Heath was unseated as party leader by Maggie Thatcher in 1975, beginning “the longest sulk in history.” Heath was one of Thatcher’s biggest critics, and refused an appointment to be ambassador to the United States. Heath also ignored Thatcher’s demand that he abort a trip to negotiate for the release of British subjects held in Iraq at the start of the Gulf War. Heath paid his own way and returned with more than 100 Britons. In 1992, Heath became Sir Edward, a member of the country's most prestigious order of chivalry, the Knights of the Garter; when he retired in 2001, having served more than 50 years in the House of Commons, he was the Father of the House, further proof that the English seem to make up governmental titles as they go along.

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