There’s a massive hamallu dressed as an undertaker speaking in parliament right now
Never have the two Maltas been better represented than they are right now in parliament: that vulgar undertaker (what’s with the black suit and black tie) speaking in aggressive tones and using the terminology and gestures of somebody in a village bar, and then the Opposition leader yesterday.
I wasn’t watching Muscat, but switched on the television now because so many people began posting comments and texting to say that they just couldn’t take him and had switched off.
“Ha nghidlek, Ton” he shouts at the shadow finance minister.
“Hawn min ghandu skorta armata, bhal siehbek Arrr Sii Sii” he says to the Opposition leader, omitting to mention why and because it’s normal for prime ministers to refer to people by their initials and shout about ‘siehbek’.
“Ara kemm jinfuskaw meta nghidilhom hekk” he shouts, his voice rising and his eyes popping like that grandmother of his at one of Mintoff’s mass meetings. “Aw ta hey”, “mittilkless”, “qed jara a shrinking base”, “se jaghmel injection partiggjan”, “ha”, “tridx ma ddahhaKKniex,”
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That’s precisely why I’m fishing :)
Watch you don’t run into Pawlu L-Machine Gun, Leli Mallia’s ‘dry-fer’. He’s a keen fisherman. Lots of pagell escaped from fish farms and end up in his buckets.
They’re in power, but they’re still as angry as ever. That’s the biggest mystery to me.
angry nerd
I can’t quite figure out what it is. Usually when you win, and an election victory is a massive win by any standard, you calm down and mellow out. You smile and are generally happy.
These people are constantly on edge. They’re just as aggressive now as they were in 2003.
Is there something we’re not being told?
Yes, Baxxter. Remember that guns have not been allowed in Parliament since Monday. The government side must feel nervous without the added protection.
Angry turd.
It’s no mystery. They are raised on in an ideology of hate, of envy, of us and them. The chip on the shoulder is bred into them from Day 1. Joseph Muscat is just a product of his upbringing.
I’ve always understood it as being an admission that notwithstanding the electoral victory, they knew then as they know now that they cannot deliver.
It’s like children cheating during a game, happy they won but feeling guilty deep down.
They’re that kind of person who is always angry for wrongs done to them even before they were born. If it hadn’t been so uncomfortable, what with the heat and lack of showers, they would have bunked off to join ISIS and had fun beheading people while carrying black flags. In another era they would have joined the Brigate Rosse. That’s the kind of permanent grudge they bear and they will bear it to their graves. No amount of money, things or power will soothe the pain.
Yana Mintoff actually did join something similar. She was an Angry British Female, wouldnchankow.
I am convinced that one, two or more of their deals have gone wrong, but this is not petty Malta they are dealing with, they are now playing with the big boys, completely out of their league, hence the increased protection etc
Nobody would be comfortable and serene with threats like that hanging on their heads.
I have been saying exactly that these past 20 months. Deep in their hearts they know they are incapable of governing.
It’s no mystery at all . That anger stems from a huge, permanent chip on their shoulders – the unconscious, unsuppressed knowledge that they will never ever measure up to the Nationalist Party in class, proficiency, capability and most of all being on the right side of history.
Their tactics are cheap, dishonest and low and always aimed at the uneducated strata of society whom they want to stay exactly where they are by instigating their baser instincts of avarice and envy.
Deep down they know that they are mostly always in the wrong and are constantly in a state of attack as a means of defence. Of course they’re constantly on edge.
Especially even more so now, when the normally mild-mannered Simon Busuttil gave them such a rollicking yesterday, to the nation’s delight.
Their only defence now is aggression and the typical Mintoffian hdura at having their ‘pozitif’ mask pulled off their ugly faces. No amount of wallowing in the public trough will buy them the class and esteem they so desperately want – and pardon my language – u dak hu il-musmar jikwi f’sormhom.
It’s not just anger but panic too. People haven’t yet realized that although no large capital project was done, the national debt has skyrocketed by a further 500 million euros.
To add to this, he has put another 4,500 people on the state payroll, the effects of which will be felt in two years’ time.
Then there is the power station. There definitely is a reason they haven’t started yet.
The corruption happening today is most probably worse than the 70/80s. Just have a look at all the direct orders being issued and who they are being issued to.
Muscat doesn’t want to be remembered as having bankrupted a country. If he keeps up this pace we truly will be like Cyprus within two years, God forbid.
It’s not a mystery, Baxxter. Muscat is so tied up by his fellow ministers and MPs that he can’t cope with all of them – everyone does whatever it takes to obtain his iced bun – he cannot control them.
He promised everything to everyone before the election – so now he has to keep his promises. He will remain so, so as to show that he is the one who is governing.
His roadmap either was lost or Mallia might have burnt it, if ever there was one.
He looks like an auctioneer trying hard to flog off junk as genuine antique to a gullible audience.
He comes across like Melquiades selling his gypsy stuff to Jose Arcadio Buendia in the remote village of Macondo, in the banana plantations of Aracataca in Colmbia, in the 1950s.
The silence. This was it.
Jaqq! Jaqq! U jaqq! He’s revolting.
I can’t imagine that this ‘performance’ can impress anyone but the lowest hamalli on the island.
I just don’t understand the ‘puliti’ switchers looking at him and thinking “what a great choice I made in March last year.”
They don’t see him as a hamallu. They think he’s up and coming. The new man. But ask them if they would be happy to have their daughter date him, and then it’s a different matter.
He should do himself a favour and watch his performance on video. He will see for himself what type of person he truly is.
Power station timeline coming up.
That brainless simian Luciano Busuttil no longer occupies the seat right behind the PM it would seem.
Shame. I was looking forward to the sight of him banging away.
Daphne, you let your curiosity (however healthy in this instance) beat you.
So did I for a few seconds. I’m intent on reading your blog – that is the chief way of knowing all there is to know about the scum now on the Government side of the House.
Why does the PM keep fixing his fly every 5 minutes?
He is checking if his chandelier is still hanging down.
To check if he still has a willy or if it has turned into a mangina.
He’s checking for Luciano’s hand…
To prove to us that he’s got a dick, because the way he’s talking, all he needs is a shopping basket and a pair of Lycra shorts.
Ghax peress li qed jitkellem minn sormu , kellhom idahhlulu l-microphone minn quddiem ghall- wara , u l-wire qabadlu ma sufa .
Because he’s ” Lord of the Flies “.
Maybe he’s got a Glock down there, and wants to be sure that Manwel Mallia did not run away with it without him noticing.
He’s probably wishing he’d worn a big belt buckle a la Mintoff.
Quasi-comical.
without the quasi
Mintoff, I’m afraid.
That was a different era. Now he’s just an anachronism.
I’m not watching either but “jinfuskaw” doesn’t exist in Maltese. The word is jinfiskaw.
The “jinfuskaw” moment was the highlight of the prime minister’s speech.
He held his hands up and his eyes popped so far out I thought they would drop on the carpet in front of the telly, in my living room.
How exactly did he lose all that hair? I thought hair loss was caused by too much testosterone. But he comes across as if he’s got an excess of oestrogen. Even his face is starting to look like that of a post-menopausal woman on HRT – all smooth and shiny and strangely feminine but in a weird way.
And am I right to say he looks like he’s been to a botox session with Jeff?
I think he should start thinking about a lip job.
Great, showing Muscat up for the incompetent, pretend PM that he is has brought him to a boil, now we must just make sure that he will continue to simmer. Let us not let him forget that he owes the country answers and resignations.
Hopeless – he is in panic mode, angry and vulgar, so what’s new?
Qisu qahba f’xalata jew coffee morning, liebes ta’ deffien.
He is not making sense.
Development in the South now referred to as a Pulmun.
He’s hyperventilating.
Topic to topic. No concentration. Flitting. Anxious.
No results but all the projects kieku.
We’re on the oppxinns now.
He’s getting his hats mixed! Someone wasn’t taking notes at Mile End. Yana will be furious.
Oh and the British speech-writer/advisor/consultant is at work again. You get little clues like “razzjonal” (=rationale) instead of “ragunament”, which is what Muscat would say.
He is in a panic because he is trying to reply to Dr. Busuttil’s punches one by one. He thinks politics is tit-for-tat. That’s the way his followers in the gutters think.
I was waiting to listen to his political vision. A presentation about the roadmap, with a few milestones here and there. Nada.
As angry as ever! How could people vote for this stupidity? He is using words and phrases that one would not even use in a village bar.
The one I ‘liked’ most was ‘meta tigi t-tifla tghidlek ma nhallasx l-insurance tibghatha….’ and he stopped and changed the wording. I certainly would not expect a Prime Minister to speak that way.
That was so very, very, very bad.
What a shame.
What a hamallu.
A no one.
Nothing to say.
Nothing to be proud of.
The pits.
How happy I am to have a different DNA. Well, as a matter of fact it looks like Muscat has some bits of his missing and doesn’t sound at all in one piece.
I honestly think that Joseph Muscat tries to emulate Mintoff’s speeches, with all the vulgarities, personal jibes, working-class parables, crass jokes and so on.
He doesn’t seem understand that over 30 years have passed since Mintoff screamed and ranted in front of his marmalja. Muscat cannot expect the same rhetoric and body language to work today, on television. And, in any case, he’s not very good at it.
He is quite obviously mad.
He’s checking his fly as he remembers stories that scum Dom used to talk about during budget speeches, something about someone called il-Pike if I remember correctly.
I only survived a couple of minutes. However let’s give Guzepp credit when he deserves it. Managing to come up with two new Maltese words in one phrase is no easy task: tismagilja and jipriskrajbja.
Maybe il-Guy may want the copyright for the first one.
After listening to a very small dose of what he had to say,as I couldn’t digest more than a few minutes,I felt compelled to borrow a bit of Norman Lowell’s phraseology ”Prim Ministru tal-bigilla”