Dictator’s wife charity propaganda update: WHAT IN HEAVEN’S NAME IS SHE WEARING?
Mrs Muscat’s career as a wannabe Azerbaijan dictator’s wife and professional fag-hag continues with the latest big show on Labour TV.
She was accompanied by Our Man In Brussels (taking a three-year break from MC-ing Labour mass meetings) in lieu of …Our Other Man In Brussels, who is clearly too busy moving house with his boyfriend Randolph Debattista. Yes, Cyrus’s boyfriend has gone straight from a job at Super One, via a brief stint in Louis Grech’s office on the public payroll, to exaltation as chef de cabinet to Marlene Bonnici, Malta’s permanent representative, at Dar Malta.
The reason Cyrus Engerer didn’t get that job himself is because he has a criminal record and can’t get clearance. So Michelle’s husband did the next best thing and gave the job to Cyrus’s better half instead, in the grand old time-honoured tradition of corrupt cronyism everywhere.
But back to the far more important matter of Mrs Muscat’s wardrobe. What in heaven’s name is THAT?Nobody over 30 should wear something fashioned like a pinafore dress, especially not a pink one with a skirt that flares to a few inches above the knee.
A 40-year-old couldn’t carry off a dress like that even if she were tall, skinny and long-legged, let alone when she is not. Keep those legs covered in front of the camera, Mrs Muscat, and fire whoever it is who is giving you wardrobe advice. If you must insist on putting yourself into the limelight in front of the camera, you have to be more realistic than everyone else. Dress for what you are, not for what you wish you were.
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What bugs me is…can we ever scrutinise the CVs and career qualifications of these publicly paid individuals? They should show signs of suitable and relevant qualifications I think, and we are entitled to know whether this is the case!
That is another broken promise made by the man who claims that he always keeps his word.
Has everybody forgotten that he promised that all “public officers” would be voted for by the general public? The Maltese people then were not tired of elections as they are now.
Obviously, they got exhausted running an election campaign full of lies, deceit, vain promises and with glaring signs of corruption.
“Mart il-prim ministru” should venish into tin err ent dizeppeeyer.
Dawk il-koxox u l-calves ta vera eh. Taghmel Sunday roast babaw bihom, u jkollok crackling kemm trid.
If she is ever nominated for the post of an EU Commissioner, the grilling should be ‘interesting.’
Don’t be envious ‘Dawk il-koxox’ although very unbecoming for a Prime minister’s wife to show them off, have other uses believe me.
She must have felt safe between those two.
Which reminds me, Her Excellency had a charity motorbike ride today.
So, any pics of the biker babe?
http://www.timesofmalta.com/articles/view/20141026/local/thousands-take-part-in-presidents-bike-ride.541343
Che panettone.
Is she into vintage pink now?
This is what I want:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk:80/news/newstopics/mps-expenses/mps-expenses-rebuilding-politic/11165327/Voters-could-get-right-to-sack-MPs-by-petition-signals-David-Cameron.html
Applicable even when wives are misbehaving.
Mrs Muscat has absolutely no place at Villa Francia, either.
Good grief! Please give a warning before posting photos like these Daphne. I have a sudden urge to scratch my eyes out.
Maronna mia, che schifo!
Enormous hips, accentuated in a dress stolen from Violet Elizabeth Bott. Meanwhile, her husband puts on pink lipstick for photographs and bats his eyelashes at important men. There’s something very weird going on here.
Her obsessive imposition looks more and more like Imelda Marcos and Elena Ceaucescu. Typical behaviour of uneducated rags to riches dictatorship.
What was kitten from Malta doing there?
[Daphne – Maybe he is now a disabled athlete, or will henceforth be painting with a brush held in his toes or his mouth.]
Please don’t elaborate on what he does with his toes or his mouth.
You’re not being imaginative Daphne.
He’ll have the brush inserted…, oh need I say more?
too small.
Hey, I used “fag-hag” in a short and mild comment a couple of days ago and I was censored.
But I am glad to see it in print now.
The truth is out there, one cannot deny the truth.
U l-aqwa li kien hemm KuginPeppi, u ta l-iSterling Jewellers. Kulhadd cozy.
Can’t wait for ‘Loz Encilis’ next year
Mela l-Karnival m’ghadux fi Frar?
Look at the commemorative plate. We have another public position, with perks no doubt, namely the post of “Spouse of the Prime Minister”. Anyone can apply, because we are fair and transparent, but you have a better chance if you’re already married to the chump, because she comes under him and his ministry. We also have the “Spouse of the Minister for Energy and Special Envoy”. She doesn’t come under her husband cause she is in far away China.
We all know whose husband Lara Boffa comes under.
[Daphne – That’s brilliantly funny.]
Just clarify, am I seeing wrong? You mean the person in pink is Michelle Muscat? She must be out of soup and has ransacked the President’s kitchen this summer.
It’s still early for the figolli season. Bajda jew coff jonqosha.
Dak Ivan tal-Winter Moods?
[Daphne – Iva. Hu Josette ta’ Norman Hamilton li r-ragel ta’ Michelle bghat Londra.]
I think I spotted Kenneth ZT in that Brussels video as well.
[Daphne – Oh, that could well be. He posted a long and barely coherent rant on Facebook this evening, possibly after an equally long and barely coherent lunch, and promptly took it down again. It was all about how he was intimidated and harried and how he clearly sees himself as some kind of hero for voting Labour in the face of SO MUCH opposition from his friends. And what do you know, but even I, who he has known for 30 years, don’t have a name anymore. He has proved his true Labourness by passing the ultimate test: can he speak my name out loud or write it down? No, he cannot! Now Kenneth is a die-cast Laburist bil-provi. A real political Montagus and Capulets story which Shakespeare failed to write. Pathetic. As if his friends tried to persuade him to vote PN. Most of his friends voted Labour as he did.]
Yes. That was him. He is filling the role of Michelle’s best gay friend, given that it might be perceived as trendy.
Or maybe, her male companion, given that there is something missing in the Burmarrad household.
Did he get the apartment in Valletta after all?
To top it all off, colours are so last season. This year it’s back to blacks, whites, and darker shades.
Michelle needs to catch up.
Just perfect for the ‘Big, fat, gypsy wedding’ special. Where is that Swarovski bag in red crystals for that spexjil tacc?
That’s why they’re called like wines: vintage pink and vintage orange. They’re aged.
Il-hama tal-hamallagni Maltija.
Not even Justyne Caruana could sink so low. She is far better dressed than the self-styled ‘first lady’.
First lady taz-z.. (it-tnejn bit-tikka, please)!
Justine Caruana’s eyes, walk and talk betray her whatever she wears.
Thumbelina Grows Up.
Did someone mention that she has a dietician? Doesn’t seem to be doing a good job judging from the size of her.
Did I hear well that ‘din is-sena kienet ta’ pozittivita’ ghall-atleti Maltin’? (0:19)
Disgusting, as is disgusting Michelle’s dress, qisha pastarjala.
And while we’re at it, ‘ma tmurx Los Angeles’ and not ‘f’ Los Angeles’ – bhallikieku ser thaffer l-art u tidhol gewwa Los Angeles.
Mutton dressed as lamb.
“The reason Cyrus Engerer didn’t get that job himself is because he has a criminal record and can’t get clearance.”
This is so surreal. Applicants for a recently-advertised intern dogsbody job at the Maltese High Commission in London were required to submit a copy of their police records. And this c*nt – with his police record and all – gets a job for himself and his lover.
http://www.foreign.gov.mt/default.aspx?MDIS=5381
http://www.foreign.gov.mt/default.aspx?MDIS=5381
She’s wearing pink to keep to the Pink October month theme going around at the moment, I guess. How sweet.
[Daphne – Oh, I see. That must account for her husband’s pink lipstick too, then.]
They really are “in the pink”.
With the Maltese tax-payer footing the bill for their extravagant lifestyle.
They are obviously milking this lucky first prize winning lottery ticket deal till it is all exhausted, in case they don’t get another term in office.
They seem to be doing a good job of pissing off even their die-hard supporters, so you never know what the future holds.
Unlike Dr Gonzi and Mrs Gonzi, the Muscats are both living the high-life in a costly two-fer-one deal that is no deal at all.
Candyfloss comes to mind.
Miss Piggy would throw the pink impostor to the floor in one fell swoop.
“WHAT IN HEAVEN’S NAME IS SHE WEARING?”
She is wearing pure gimp.
Where’s photoshop when you need it?
Kemm qeda sew, tal-misthija – genbejn kbar u tilbes skater dress qasira u dak il-kulur li ma tistax ma tarahx.
She must be really looking forward to going to LA next year. Who knows if she will take her entourage, including Shasha tal-Make-Up, with her?
Special guests: il-mara tad-dentist tat-tfal ghax jaralhom sninhom b’xejn, il-maid li kella Burmarrad u issa spiccat officer Villa Francia u last and not least the horse-like friend with double barrel surname, dik li jghidula Bagollu.