Monday, January 17, 2005

Mark Thatcher Comes To America

As he waits in England for his visa to emigrate to the U.S., one has to wonder what Mark Thatcher is not thinking about. I would imagine that he is not thinking that the attempted overthrow of Equtorial Guinea amounts to anything more pressing than a clever lead-in to the latest Survivor incarnation. I would image he is not thinking that pleading guilty to the attempted overthrow of a sovereign nation is something that could deny him entry into the United States. I would imagine he is not thinking he has anything in common with the nameless swarm currently held in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba for acts not unlike his own. You see they had the misfortune of being born with no pedigree.

No, not our Mr. Thatcher. Dallas awaits him. With his wife and kids and the comfort of knowing that an Englishman in Africa can still aspire to be Cecil Rhodes if only in his mind; that the fault lay not in the deed but in the planning. And when Mr. Thatcher steps out into that warm Dallas air, I can only hope that if just for a brief moment he chokes on it and all the smug self-satisfaction that went into creating him.


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