Made in Brussels – the tapes
You know how the simplest explanation is almost always the correct one, but also tends to be the one we overlook?
There’s been lots of speculation going on about what Jason Micallef has over Muscat. At the Labour Party general conference in January last year, Muscat made this big production about how he had asked Jason to concentrate on the major reforms (where are they?) at Super One, and how he had made “a great personal sacrifice” in giving up his plans to be an electoral candidate so as to concentrate on the party broadcast media instead.
Then Jason got up on the podium and talked about his sacrifice, and how you must not ask what the party can do for you, but what you can do for the party.
A few months later, and Jason had already defied Muscat’s wishes and was touting his candidature about town, to the fulminating annoyance of Anglu Farrugia (they’re both Mosta men).
The next thing we know, Anglu has gone. We thought it was all about removing an embarrassment and replacing him with a more presentable Louis Grech (who has turned out, incidentally, to be an equally hopeless public speaker). That was a strong element, certainly, but let’s not underestimate the Jason factor. Anglu was his biggest obstacle to getting elected, and his removal has left him with a clear field to a seat in parliament.
So to get back to the quite obvious uncontrollable power that Jason Micallef has: people are talking about ‘made in Brussels’ tapes of a particular kind.
But you know what? It’s probably a whole lot more prosaic: the real, actual Made in Brussels tapes, episode after episode in which Joseph Muscat detailed the evils of the European Union. How did it not occur to us before? Jason Micallef controls Super One. He controls the entire Super One archive. He is master of an archive of years and years of recordings showing Joseph Muscat in politically embarrassing positions, saying compromising things.
All he has to do is upload the best bits on Youtube and watch them go viral.
That’s my two cents’ worth. I don’t really think there are any Lorry Sant/Dom Mintoff type photographs because Muscat has always struck me as a rather sexless sort. But of course, one never knows and stranger things have happened. We had to wait until a ghastly scene in parliament in 1992 to discover how Lorry Sant had been blackmailing Dom Mintoff for a couple of decades, that a brown envelope of photographs was the source of his uncontrollable power and the way he did what he liked as a rogue minister.
We may never find out why Jason Micallef defies his party leader with impunity, gets his way, and nobody is able to stop him.