When leader of the British Government, Margaret Thatcher was famed for her handbaggings. These were not literal handbaggings, but occasions in which she put the vain, shallow, irresolute, faithless and power thirsty in their place.
Having watched her funeral today I wonder if even in death she took a metaphorical swing at that same group (albeit much larger). Before our very eyes we saw those sellouts of this nation who understand nothing of service, called to heel to sing praise to a to a nation they have sold out for their own lust for power.
I hope that in that house of The Lord, they felt the chill that comes with having your mendacity laid bare before your maker.