You could put the entire thing in the context he framed it in: > I was living in Wellington, New Zealand when Margaret Thatcher died. Some people I knew threw

You could put the entire thing in the context he framed it in: > I was living in Wellington, New Zealand when Margaret Thatcher died. Some people I knew threw a party at Hotel Bristol, a pub on Cuba Street. I knew nothing about Thatcher, but I assumed she must have been pretty bad if friends of mine were singing “Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead” in her wake. Today, activist still literally piss on her grave1. > Years later in Seattle, I worked with a British woman who grew up under Thatcher. She was horrified when people celebrated the death of someone who was an inspiration to many young women all over the United Kingdom. In the past few years, I’ve become increasingly more aware at how conservatives will simply state the facts, or praise what they appreciate, when an ideological adversary dies. If the author hung out with a bunch of people and observed this happening, and then later talked to a British woman who gave him a different perspective, can you at least see why that bias developed? I mean ... his friends threw a party when a prime minister they probably weren't even alive for died.