Jeffrey’s “bodyguard”, Stephen Ciangura, is actually one of his canvassers and has been stuck to his side for years
Jeffrey turned up at the Nationalist Party HQ this evening with not one but two heavies. And I’m afraid to say that our Jeff has been telling whopping great lies again.
I apologise for not telling you this before (it’s queued up with all the other things I have to tell you), but when Jeffrey told The Times that the Labour Party had given him a bodyguard, and the bodyguard is Stephen Ciangura, he was lying.
STEPHEN CIANGURA HAS BEEN JEFFREY’S HEAVY, CANVASSER AND SIDEKICK FOR YEARS.
He was stuck to his hip already at the general election in 2008. He was Jeffrey’s keychain, going to all his meetings with canvassers and activists, to fund-raiser parties, the works.
In the 2008 campaign, if you saw Jeffrey, you saw Ciangura, with some notable exceptions like public appearances for bawling and trying to whip up sympathy, when toughs and heavies have the reverse effect on the emotions.
When Jeffrey turned up at my house during the election campaign, he was accompanied by two heavies even then, and one of them was Stephen Ciangura.
I asked him to please leave them at the gate, because I didn’t want strange men running all over my house; one strange man was quite enough. And still I had to wonder what the farmer in the next field was thinking.
But this evening at the PN HQ there was quite a scene. First Jeffrey makes his grand entrance down the street with Ciangura and one of Ciangura’s mother’s employees (she runs a bouncer hiring agency, and Stephen and this other one are bouncers on the door at Gianpula).
They walked behind him, when for all these years Ciangura had been walking at his side – because now he’s the bodyguard and no longer the friend and canvasser. They loomed over little Jeff as he talked to journalists, lest somebody touch him.
The security officer at the door did not allow Jeffrey’s heavies through, saying that only MPs and party officials were permitted. There was a scuffle, with Ciangura shouting “Jiena bhalkom ivvutajt!” Then, and here I am not kidding, he burst into tears – you know, like his boss – and spent the next 45 minutes sobbing and phoning people.
Now I suggest you Google Stephen Ciangura and find out just what kind of a person he is, breaking a young man’s jaw while moonlighting as a bouncer at Gianpula for his mother’s company, when he was a lance bombardier in the Maltese army.
Jeffrey walking towards the cameras, feeling like a rock star guarded by Stephen Ciangura (right) and one of Ciangura's employees from the door at Gianpula
Jeffrey talks to journalists while his 'bodyguards' loom over him. He said that they were the gift of the Labour Party, but they're not. Stephen Ciangura (right) has been stuck to his side for years, and the other one is Ciangura's employee, a bouncer from Gianpula
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Jeffrey was short of breath while speaking to the press.
All he had missing was a tiger on a chain and the body guards dressed in one-shoulder furs and shorts. What a jerk.
http://www.timesofmalta.com/articles/view/20120712/local/edde-fenech-adami-turns-up-for-pn-executive-meeting.428320
Watch from 2 minutes onwards.
I read the article on timesofmalta.com and the references to the “oligarchy” and “clique” reminded me of something that I thought I would share.
In the theatre world in Malta we say yes to just about anyone because the pool from which to choose is limited and when you are working on something like panto, well, the more the merrier.
Now, among the many people who want to be part of the theatre scene in Malta there are those who can and those you just plain can’t.
However, to be nice, they are usually given a chorus role or something small and doable, because this is Malta and we don’t want to turn that many people away and every role on stage is important anyway.
Those who “can” start off in chorus but then get good roles, are tipped for auditions as being a shoe-in and get the odd leading/main role here and there. Few people are leads all the time.
Those who “can’t” remain in chorus forever, if they are lucky enough to get that far in the first place.
This, however, causes problems. They start to get angry that they are not given better roles and that they are stuck in the “crowd” scenes all the time.
Then they start to notice that there are some people who, from their point of view, always get the main roles and it just isn’t fair. They start grumbling about it.
Then that grumble becomes frustration and they begin to let rip.
This usually happens suddenly and without warning, and those who have been doing a good job and getting better roles are suddenly under attack and made to feel bad about doing a good job.
Everyone tries to calm the person down and keeps coming up with solutions to their situation, while all the time wondering why this person can’t see the real reason.
Needless to say none of these solutions work, because the person is not very good. So the person gets angry, starts complaining that there is a clique who only cast their friends.
This makes a lot of people really angry till finally no one can take it anymore and they all shout, “It’s because you are utter crap on stage and couldn’t even play dead.”
The reason, which is so obvious to everyone, never figures in these people’s minds because they refuse to see it.
I believe the same can be said about people like JPO, Debono and the entire PL.
There is no clique, there is no oligarchy, there is no dictatorship. There are just those who can and those who can’t. And those guys just can’t.
Il-vera besqa dan il-bniedem.
Jeffrey brought all this on himself with his nonsense and arrogance. He has been a nightmare to his constituents, a nightmare to his party, and a nightmare to the country.
I hope candidates are being checked really well this time.
It sure looks like they are. Wayne Hewitt hasn’t been given the green light … yet.
I have my doubts.
The guy on the left looks like a Fragile X case. I can tell you something, he won’t be breaking my jaw.
Ciangura is as thick as two planks judging from his behaviour on The Times video.
He was probably one of those who terrorised all those around him when he was at school, thinking that his burly (fat?) physique gave him some god-forsaken right to do so.
Yet just look at his insecurity and agitation, as if he’s got ants in his pants.
What’s more, he thinks he’s in control of the situation, when there is no situation to control.
He’s guarding an MP who is walking towards his party’s headquarters. What’s the worse that could happen? An egg thrown in JPOS’ face?
And surely, if that ever happens to be the case, our Hon JPOS would fare better than a John Prescott; if anything, were he to bear and grin it, his Smile Clinic would get some free exposure in front of all those cameras.
Then look at Ciangura’s reaction when he is barred from entering the HQ, acting like a spoilt brat just for the sake of it, the bully trying to make himself heard and seen, when he’s too thick to think why he has not been permitted inside.
It really does appear, to use a corny quote which probably might be up there with one of Jeffrey’s favourites, that great minds think alike.
Oh look, they even coordinated their outfits!
Did he walk in Sicilian towns with these two “lads”?
I suppose Ciangura has no further use for Jeffrey since a dentist rarely needs protection unless he pulls the wrong teeth or sticks the botox needle where it doesn’t belong.
Ciangura’s services will be as/if needed basis and no need to be stuck to Jeffrey’s hip all the time.
Daphne, why now? Why didn’t you tell us all this when JPO wept in Mistra?
[Daphne – What was there to tell? I didn’t know anything then.]
Didn’t you know anything about Stephen Ciangura at the time?
[Daphne – No, of course not. Why would I? I stopped going to Ta’ Gianpula around 1988.]
Is there anything we should know about Manuel Delia? I was hoping we’d see less of his sort on the PN candidates list. I was hoping the PN has changed.
@ Edward Caruana Galizia
Bullseye! No better analogy exists.