In Which I pay Another Tribute to Lady Thatcher

Good morning, my friend, dear reader of this present post! I do rejoice to be here and to see you. Happy Wednesday! How are you, this new day? How has the week been? I hope your Easter was a pleasant one, all the moments of joy and fulfillment. As for me, I am okay. A day at a time, this Tuesday was one of rest and wrapping up concerning my neuropsychological evaluation. I pray that I may receive the results soon. God knows what they will reveal, I certainly don't know. I thought they were going to do some reading of my brain using machines and x-rays, turns out it was not applied here. We will see what the professional will accuse next session, hopefully due by next week. 

In the anniversary of her passing, I want to again take opportunity to pay tribute to Lady Thatcher, my favorite historical personality, my favorite prime minister, the lady that got so close to encapsulate all my ideas and put them into practice. Ah, Margaret, could as well have been the last hurrah of Britania. Whom today could ever equate to her intellect, staunch defense of the individual over the technocracy unfolding, the woman that got close of destroying socialism as a whole. My fair Lady. As one would remember where one would be in the horrible attack on the World Trade Center, that tragic day on September 11th 2001, I can tell where I was and the atmosphere within me when this giant perished, April 2013. I shed many tears for this loss, not only due to the human tragedy of her sad last years of struggle against a failing mechanism of the mind, a mind that once was the sharpest in Europe, and that in her later years betrayed her so bitterly, I could as well be mourning the loss of an ally that was by my side long before I ever could need it. 

Thar year, 2013 was the beginning of the most mentally exhausting and profoundly turbulent time in my life, one that I have not come out of unscathed. It is painful to remember the mental abuse of many against me, for the crime of leaning conservative. The friends that gleefully forsake me in one way or the other, be it to pursue a career in the bureocracy apparatus of Brazil, be it for the socialist crowd growing due to the indoctrination and the horrible mood of those horrible years. And I was so young, at the age of 14 I think... no teenager should ever be exposed to that horrible experience I faced. Perhaps this is why I wept when I heard she went to join heavens... My intellectual journey barely began, and one of the most important figures in it left the scene. The precocious ally that could no longer continue, while I was barely beginning my intellectual struggle against socialism. It is painful to remember as I was at the computer, on the desk of my grandpa's office, and I saw the news on social media. 

So, I pay again a written tribute to this superb figure. Perhaps this could be the extent of today's blog post. I could talk of the drawings I wish to do, but have not find the energy to do. Or the sleep that I am afraid of getting. God knows why. I keep on having at the back of my head the idea of a drawing, but so far I have not done much progress in it. Just need some creative rest, perhaps. I don't want to set such rest in stone, I just don't want to stop with the hobby, if I can avoid that stop moment. In any case, should I wrap up today's post here? I trust I should, given I did write quite a bit. In any case, thank you for being here! I hope I can return real soon with more, perhaps during the weekend, we should see. Happy rest of the week, wish you the best! Farewell just for now!