Maggie Thatcher is like grits. There’s no middle of the road; one either loves her or hates her just as one treats that southern American concoction that some believe to be food.
I used to see that wish expressed, back in the 80s, re nuclear weapons (of course, w/ the danger of radiation leakage, it wasn’t really a practical wish).
Do you hope she rusts, MP? If so, you’re getting soft—I would think you’d like to see her smelted! ;-/