I see why you ended up living among the nexjin of cindrins, Purdie. And you seem to be missing your school days, too.

Love it, Daphne. That’s a big grin on Saturday nite.

Kevvy, before you jump in, ‘spelt’ was so spelled in order to send a cryptic code to Baxxter about ‘nutty grain’, an inside joke about conspiracy weirdos. Sorry your not in the loop–you’re too loopy.

Hey Kevvy. You got that right, ‘Political rhetoric demands deceit’. Guess who spouts it continuously, unasked and deceitfully? At least you spelt rhetoric correctly this time.

You’re like a bothersome wart, growing in ugliness and irritation.

Daphne, as I have said before, your English is …..

You are wasting your time with people who think in Maltese and write in English.

This is akin to the “incensed” debate.

In politics you will do this and can do that. Being elected is ‘understood’.

The conditional does not feature at all.

Unless, of course, you feel that your chances of doing anything are next to nothing.

In that case you are better off keeping mum.

[Daphne – ‘Keeping mum’: an expression best not used in reference to Franco Debono, lest he take it literally and go ballistic in parliament.]

They were not safe under Labour.

There were no students in the true sense of the word. There was the horrendous student/haddiem scheme. Ask my late lamented friend Ralf Dahrendorf.

Business was a total national fuck-up. Any further comment is superfluous. Hence the staggering low level of productive employment.

Gays were utilised just to call opponents of the regime “pufta”,
“ja pufta”, “qatta pufta”, “nies pufta”, “nazzjonalist bugjarun”.

I lived through this and my memory is still intact in spite of my old age.

No wonder they are pleading with everyone to forget the past.

No wonder.

Their past is abhorrent.

The thought alone of the PL’s recent past is hideous.