Thatcher arrives at Downing Street in 79. This demon quotes a saint, she takes words of comfort and hope and with vowels soft as a velvet glove strangles the very meaning from them. The end of the Britain I began to know, to be replaced by a greed so out of control it felt epidemic. I hate this voice, it tries so hard to be empathic but it doesnt work. At best its forced am-dram, yet it seduced and convinced. The darkest of voices with the lightest of touches. Theres no emotion here just technique, drive and ambition. VILE! Gx
Posted on: Thu, 18 Sep 2014 00:49:20 +0000
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