Oh, what blessed relief from all the hogwash
A friend messaged me last Thursday after reading my newspaper column, called ‘Give Joseph Muscat a chance? You must be joking.’ Her message said: ‘Good article, Daph, and quite refreshing after all the poppycock that has appeared in the newspapers.’
Poppycock – now that’s a word I haven’t heard in some time. But you know, she’s right (and yet another woman whose skin crawls at the sight and sound of Joseph Muscat). The newspapers have been awash with poppycock…and hogwash. Commentators of all political stripes have been lining up to say that come on, Joseph’s OK, he’s fresh and young, we should give him a chance, and the pig’s dinner he made of his election weekend speeches and anthem performances were just beginner’s errors. Come on. We think he’ll be good.
At the age of 25 and the only newspaper columnist to mark Joseph Muscat down as a 34-year-old w***er who will develop into nothing more than a 54-year-old w***er, I might have doubted my judgment. At the age of 43, I most certainly do not. Nor do I have a short memory. In October 1996, everybody was mesmerized by Alfred Sant. The columnists and commentators were falling over themselves to lick his butt, and I was dismissed as the Wicked Witch of the West who publicly wrote him off as a weirdo who meant trouble. Ooooh, nasty. What a bitch. The proof of that particular pudding, as Sant and Muscat like to say, was in the eating.
This afternoon, I sat down to read the newspapers after a festive lunch in celebration of the various fathers in the extended family. First I read The Malta Independent on Sunday, then Malta Today, and by the time I’d read halfway through The Sunday Times, I was wondering aloud whether the average Maltese male newspaper commentator is a repressed homosexual who fancies Joseph Muscat. There was almost a homoerotic undertow in much of what I read. Listen to the words that keep cropping up. Young. Fresh. Handsome. Attractive. Even ‘innocent’ was implied, in various suggestions that he is untainted by Old Labour. The only words missing here are ‘tight butt’ – which is just as well, given that he doesn’t have one despite that public display of early morning sweating at the gym on Xarabank. He appears to have a totally disarming effect on men, leaving even Lou Bondi momentarily nonplussed, Joe Azzopardi all loved up, and Reno Bugeja briefly lost for words.
Recently I wrote that Joseph Muscat flirts with men in exactly the same way that you would expect him to flirt with women (but I’ve never seen him interviewed by a woman or dealing with a woman politician in a more senior position than his). The more I think about it, the more I realise that this is his secret weapon, and the clue to why he makes a positive impact on (certain) men and a negative impact on women. Heterosexual men are not used to being engaged in flirtatious behaviour by other heterosexual men. If Joseph Muscat were a known homosexual, his behaviour would unnerve them. But because he is a known heterosexual, other heterosexual men feel ‘safe’ and respond positively to the flirtation.
With women, it’s a whole different ball-game. Women respond negatively to ‘creepy’ flirtation because they get it all the time. Any confused men out there should ask their wives or girlfriends to explain the difference between creepy flirtation and the kind of flirtation we enjoy. Joseph Muscat’s communication style falls into the category of creepy flirtation.
To all the male commentators (and one woman) in today’s newspapers, who seemed so keen to give Mr Gay Icon of the Year a sporting chance, his ill-judged performances of last weekend are there only to be overlooked or excused. To me, on the other hand, they are important signifiers as to his personality and character – very, very important signifiers. Just before I threw down The Sunday Times in exasperation and reached for The Sunday Telegraph, I came across the following article by the anthropologist Mark-Anthony Falzon. It’s absolutely brilliant, and it saved me from tearing my hair out.
When I enrolled in the university’s first anthropology programme around 15 years ago, Paul Sant Cassia told me that I would never see things in the same way again, and he was right. Unfortunately, it has led to moments of sheer and utter despair, like today, when I read reams of drivel by ‘political observers’ and find that no matter which side of the fence they’re sitting on, they still can’t see the obvious: that Joseph Muscat behaved like a total and complete w***er on the most important occasion of his life, and that a man who does that is going to demonstrate equally poor judgment at other crucial points along the way. After all, we are speaking here of a 30-year-old man with a postgraduate degree in European Studies who was totally and utterly convinced that EU membership would mean the ruination of Malta, and who had to become an MEP to understand the benefits that my 97-year-old grandmother grasped in a twinkling. Indeed, that same 97-year-old grandmother would watch Joseph Muscat on Made in Brussels and contradict him loudly with many a “Pooh, miskin, kemm ma jifhimx. Dawn tal-Labour dejjem vroma.”
Because you really should read Mark-Anthony Falzon’s article, I’m reproducing it here and not just providing the link, in case you’re too lazy to click.
The Sunday Times, 15 June
Joseph loves me
Mark-Anthony Falzon
Just when you thought that ‘Smart Island’ and ‘Flimkien kollox possibli’ were the sugary pits, along came Joseph Muscat with an Oscar-acceptance-speech-meets-il-priedka-tat-tifel do. It’s not easy to impress with vacant rhetoric in a country where people phone a radio DJ to dedicate ‘No more lonely nights’ to their 80-year-old granny, but that’s exactly what Muscat pulled off.
Given that he had at least three months to prepare his maiden speech, I really can’t understand how he managed to get it so wrong.
Having mimed the Labour anthem, Muscat first told us he loves us. Now, what does a rational person do when a politician says “I love you”? Run a mile, of course.
Politicians are expected to represent, not love, and it is normally only despots the likes of Kim Jong Il who have the gall to declare their amorous intent to ‘their’ people. In any case, if you must say those three words on camera, you’d better be Serge Gainsbourg, drunk, and addressing Jane Birkin – not Joe Grima in wrap-around sunglasses. If you insist on blowing kisses on top of that, there really is no redemption. There was more talk of love and brotherhood – he urged us to ‘love each other’, and to ‘love Michelle (his wife) as she loves us’.
At this point I expected him to go urbi et orbi or speak in tongues, but he went on to tell us a story (how very sweet – and it didn’t sound at all rehearsed). It turned out to be about himself and his jaw-dropping achievements, which, he assured us, would not have been possible 50 years ago, or without the Labour Party.
Quite apart from the pathetic and dated socialist triumphalism of that (‘if it weren’t for the powerless the powerless would still be powerless’), its irony in the circumstances seemed lost on Muscat. After all, nasty people have been saying all along that he owes his success to the party. Ask George Abela, or Michael Falzon.
He also quite forgot a certain Dom Mintoff, also originally very working class, who earned his laurels well over 50 years ago. Muscat did mention Mintoff actually, and told us that ‘no one will manage to take him away from our hearts’. (Does that include Alfred Sant?) His ‘little story’ also told of ‘early promise’ at school and of his inability to distinguish modern medicine from the Labour Party.
Muscat then proceeded to a series of gaffes which made Sant’s ‘Gonziii’ speech sound like vintage Churchill fare. He said, for example, that he intends to make Malta ‘the best in Europe’. Oh dear. The last time I heard someone say that Malta will be ‘at the apex’ of Europe, his name was Norman Lowell. Muscat also told us that Labour is ‘back in business, big time’. I suppose he, like his mentor, thinks that the word ‘business’ sounds modern, hardnosed, American, and inevitably successful (never mind that most businesses eventually fail).
The surreal moment was reached when he invited lapsed Labourites to ‘return to their true home’, or else. He will go after them himself. Honest, he said that, which shows how ‘fresh’ and ‘progressive’ his political beliefs are. Just imagine, a knock at your door one summer evening and two plain clothes Labourites asking you, on behalf of Muscat, what you think you’re doing packing your barbecue rather than folding newsletters at Mile End. But then we’ve always known that lovers expect, as if by birthright, to be loved back.
At the end of this bizarre performance, Muscat added two riders. The first: ‘Call me Joseph’ (What else? Caesar?); according to him the form ‘Honourable’ (as in an MP) is a ‘nickname’, which speaks volumes about his attitude to our highest institution. The second: ‘There’s no one behind Joseph’ – which must have caused Jason Micallef and the rest of the backdrop some existential pangs.
His body language doesn’t help. The man is stiff as a starched collar, walks with a swagger, and really has no idea what to do with his hands. I’ve spent the last few days wondering what might have inspired his strange and stylised gestures, and I’ve shortlisted two sources: The first is the Augustus of Prima Porta, the second the vernacular statues in our churches.
Let’s be kind and not compare him to the first. The second only get away with it because they don’t grin at their own ‘wit’, as our man does. They’re also wisely hidden away in some obscure corner of the church for most of the year, unlike Muscat, whose antics look set to be plastered all over the place for many years to come.
Muscat puts his hand on his heart when the national anthem is played, just like Brazilian footballers. Actually, on Sunday, he put it slightly lower, on his tummy, and closed his eyes. The man either needs an anatomy lesson, or he was upset by his own rhetoric.
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Hilarious, Daph!
Could someone also reproduce the last paragraph of his interview in yesterday’s Weekender? The photo on the front page of the same issue is also laughable, especially since he’s posing with a nappy in one hand and a packet of Pampers wipes in the other (being a Father’s Day Weekender issue), when the interview was not held at home, but at his office… Wouldn’t a photo with his twins have been more apt? Of course, since they were not at “his office”, he thought that their poo catcher would suffice. What a mentality, honestly.
I lived the same experience this afternoon ( the only difference is that I picked up the London Times not The Telegraph for some real reading). The person who surprised me most is Fr Peter comparing Sloterdijk to Muscat : the “Joseph” brand of charm … True the only redemption in today’s STOM was MA Falzon’s piece although he too seems to be infatuated as in his endnote he says that next week he will tell us why he thinks that Muscat is a decent proposal for both the Labour Party and the country. oh dear.
On the Sunday Times today ” Mr Saliba claims that Joseph Muscat had inadvertently leaked the information that Nationalist MP Jeffrey Pullicino Orlando was going to be attacked by the MLP in the last few days of the campaign”.Who was the canary that sang?
btw that’s a nice picture of you in Taste. You must be proud of your three fine sons. Just wondered if there are any razors in the CG household.
Out of the three MLP ‘new leaders’, Dr. Joseph Muscat is the oldest of the lot. He was part of the top structures of the MLP leadership 15 years ago before Dr. Anglu Farrugia joined the MLP and before Dr. Tony Abela had rejoined the MLP following his years of flirtation with the AD. I fail to see what’s new in Dr. Joseph, especially considering that he was an integral part of Dr. Alfred Sant’s 16 years of MLP leadership.
Let me be the first to break the proverbial bread this morning. Mr Falzon’s article is excellent. I find that this new breed of neo- metrosexual man, complete with revelations that he knows how to change a nappy,( and at the same time giving free advert to Proctor and Gamble / Salamone, Makers and importers of pampers respectively ) nauseating to say the least. We have been regaled with a sanitised version of JM’s life, leading us to believe that all what happened prior to his inevitable election as the “lijder” was just fate’s way of showing us that he was pre-ordained to lead the MLP . He is The Chosen One who will lead the MLP to the Paradise that is Government. Thats all they want from him. But his antics prove otherwise. I will never subscribe to Daphne’s “breeding” point of view, but i really believe that the quality of a sunrise will determine the rest ogf the day. And so far, my friends, the theatrics we have seen do not bode well. All that talk about love. Whats love got to do with a political party? Politics is all about scheming and machinations, and our Joseph has had a very good teacher in AS and a very good executor in Pepsodent Gay man of the year ( nowhere in the class of RCC however !) . You dont say these words knowing that inevitably you sometimes need to protect your position with something far more torrid than love. I then remembered that across the pond Obama also preaches the same kind of mnessage, but in a far more meaningful way. JM must read Obama’s book and seeing that he is the flavour of the year, is taking some inspiration from it, and going far beyond it. All that posturing, empty rhetoric, hand on heart poses, dramatic pauses and a confused turn of speech point only to one thing. The man is as fake as the Chanel bags being touted at the Monti in Valletta on Sunday morning. There is a nice sounding message, that has seduced many of our supposedly more knowing coloumnists and “xandara” , but I ask you, where is the substance to that message? Where are the clear plans that show that the opposition is doing its duty? What assurance do we have that they will be constructive? If I remember rightly, Alfred Sant, when elected, promised a constructive opposition and a sea of change. What we got is far from that. The MLP lost election after election, except that hiatus in 1996 that served to kick a compacent PN so well, it sharpened up overnight. We are now being promised a new dawn, a new generation. Out withh the Old, said He, and in with the New. We will rue the day ( I certainly will) if this man ever becomes Prime Minister. If AS was bad, this guy will make us want to bring him back as an infinitely better choice. He takes himself too seriously and is now even saying that he has the solution to Malta’s ills. All things being equal, who would we trust? Gonzi’s rather human way of governing, or this guy’s nice shell and no substance rhetoric. We have to be aware that unfortunately in Malta sugar is popular. And thats what the MLP is doing. They are making JM into a sweet, homely one-of-us type of person. He certainly is not. The man cannot take criticism. He cannot take anyone countering his vision, questioning his beliefs, if he has any, beause they seem to change according to what is expedient. This is where breeding comes in. Breeding means being true to your values and not compromising them and having a clear vision based on sound beliefs. We are in for some interesting times
Falzon’s article next week shall be about why Muscat can’t be called a tosser just yet … and why HE thinks that Muscat is a decent proposition for the MLP and Malta ….
I had finished reading the Sunday Telegraph (I gave up on local newspapers years back) when one of my children pointed this Mark Anthony out to me. What a relief. It made my (fathers’)day. A first rate analysis in good, plain English. Prosit Tassew! It is reassuring to know that there are still people around with a brain and a top notch, clear one at that. Malta needs them badly.
How refreshing to read Mark-Anthony Falzon’s article!!
As for all the other men writing, as you say they’re either
taken in by his flirtation or they so badly want a valid
opposition they’re clutching at straws – a serious case
of wishful thinking.
First when JM was elected MLP Leader I posted here saying it’s a shame on Malta…now with those 2 deputies I didn’t found any adjective that fits sorry…
Incredible but true…
As a gratified hetersexual (not to the point of joining a hetero pride parade though) I can safely say that I’ve neither been flirted with nor felt loved by Joseph Muscat. What the hell? As Mark-Anthony rightly said, it sounds odd (and I dare say perfidious) that a politician says “I love you” or whatever love elogy to his electorate. Sorry, but I don’t really need any politician’s love (that can be fully provided by my other half in a myriad of different ways).
It’s a question of time. We just have to wait and see what happens. The truth always emerges out of the murkiness of spin and agressive PR and this is what will happen. I put more weight on actions rather than on the staged performances and fine words. Mark Anthony Falzon seems to have got it right, and time will either prove this or disprove it. My bet is on the former.
“Che sara sara”!
As expected the “santmania’ has turned into “josephmania” in this site! This ‘mania’ and obsession are diverting the attention of the proverbial ‘sheep’ from other important issues; we have to face eventually.
The MLP has its new Leader and Deputy Leaders. Soon it will have a new administration. Just after a week at the helm, Joseph has worked miracles within the party, and much more is to come!
“The preachers of doom and gloom’ in this site, are trying to hide from us all, what is going on within the PN. The PN’s underground statisticians are concentrating themselves in re-shaping the party. Their pressure is not stopping on Joe Saliba,s resignation. Much more ‘forced upheaval’ is to come.
Constant whispers from the underground that runs the PN are to dictate who is succeeding Dr. L. Gonzi in the near future. This underground force within the PN is already picturing Dr. L. Gonzi’ looks as too old and wrinkled. The young, intelligent Dr. Mario De Marco is the ‘chosen one’ for the PN’s underground force.
Rather then spending her energy on Joseph’s election as leader of the MLP, I suggest to our Dear Daphne and her club members to prepare themselves for the eventuality of Mario becoming their Capo! I be bold and predict that Mario would become Daphne’s dilemma from day ONE! It would be a much harder nut to crack then Joseph, since her personal feelings for the person are much stronger then those for the party.
I bet it is much easier for Daphne to embrace Joseph then Mario. Some days ago, I said in this forum that one day we will surely see Daphne embracing Joseph. History would be in the making sooner then expected!
Indeed, ” Che sara sara”!
“Peter Muscat”: Is that a dagger under your cloak or are you just pleased to see you have nothing better to do?
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@ Peter Muscat
Very well said ….at last some sense!!
[Moderator – You must be joking.]
@ peter muscat
Thumbs up :)
Peter Muscat : “Joseph has worked miracles”
At this rate we’ll soon be seeing loads of red cars covered in “Joseph Loves Me” bumper stickers.
I’m sure mr.Peter Muscat owns a set of similar badges too.
Peter Muscat please note the difference
THAN:
–conjunction 1. (used, as after comparative adjectives and adverbs, to introduce the second member of an unequal comparison): She’s taller than I am.
2. (used after some adverbs and adjectives expressing choice or diversity, such as other, otherwise, else, anywhere, or different, to introduce an alternative or denote a difference in kind, place, style, identity, etc.): I had no choice other than that. You won’t find such freedom anywhere else than in this country.
3. (used to introduce the rejected choice in expressions of preference): I’d rather walk than drive there.
THEN:
–adverb 1. at that time: Prices were lower then.
2. immediately or soon afterward: The rain stopped and then started again.
3. next in order of time: We ate, then we started home.
4. at the same time: At first the water seemed blue, then gray.
5. next in order of place: Standing beside Charlie is my uncle, then my cousin, then my brother.
6. in addition; besides; also: I love my job, and then it pays so well.
7. in that case; as a consequence; in those circumstances: If you’re sick, then you should stay in bed.
8. since that is so; as it appears; therefore: You have, then, found the mistake? You are leaving tonight then.
–adjective 9. being; being such; existing or being at the time indicated: the then prime minister.
–noun 10. that time: We have not been back since then. Till then, farewell.
Breaking News!!!!!!! Peter Muscat has escaped from Mount Carmel, Please note he is dangerous and armed last seen at CNL headquarters
Hehehe cheers man get a life!!!!
@Christina Borg: this is a country raised on the Catholic tradition. You confess, repent, receive absolution and start with a clean slate. Look at the way Joseph Muscat thinks it suffices to say ‘I made a mistake’ about his past stance on EU membership. He was 30 years old and with a postgraduate degree in European Studies – how could he have ‘made a mistake’? And now it’s fine, even though his ‘mistake’ could easily have cost this country its future and ploughed the lives of young people straight into the gutter.
@Tony Borg: thanks. There are plenty of razors in the household, and also plenty of reluctance to use them.
After making all sorts of innuendos about Alfred Sant’s sexuality with her tired references to his state of bachlerhood and his hairpiece, Daphne turns her sights on Joseph. Yes, Joseph flirts with other men – the new spin out of Tal-Pieta. Based on what one may ask? Nothing except the columnists supposed intuition I suspect and just possibly her animus towards all things Labour! The PN spin machine is just whirring out of control and dear Daphne’s just churning the drivel and dirt out by the cartload.
@For God’s sake, Uncle Fester (are you Joseph Grech-Attard, by any chance?) – as a self-described ‘older gay man’ you should know exactly what I mean. Women are usually the ones at the receiving end of heterosexual male flirtation and so they can identify it immediately, even if the person at the receiving end is not another woman but a man. Try asking a woman how she ‘knows’ that another woman is flirting with her husband/boyfriend/partner. She doesn’t ‘know’; she can see. And then when the husband/boyfriend/partner is challenged, his response is pretty much like your own, surprisingly: “She wasn’t flirting with me! She was just talking to me!” Yes, and the other one has Big Ben tied to the toe.
Thanks for your comment Daphne. I am no theologian. But my understanding of confession and forgiveness of one’s sins depends on a number of conditions, so to speak, including:
– Realising one’s mistakes (The high horse Dr. Joseph has been riding the past few weeks makes me wonder whether he actually realises his past 16 years of mistakes within the leadership of the MLP.)
– Acknowledging one’s mistakes (I have not heard Dr. Joseph admitting his own mistakes but only paying lip service to his predecessor’s mistakes. And in the process he tried to rewrite history by attributing the 1960s MLP-Church dispute to the PN.)
– Giving one’s commitment not to repeat the same mistakes (I have not heard Dr. Joseph give such a commitment. Indeed, some of the statements he has made in the run up to the MLP Leadership election and after are quite worrying.)
– Paying for one’s sins (What has Dr. Joseph paid for his 16 years of shared mistakes in the decision making process with Hon Dr. Alfred Sant?)
Moreover, no confession or absolution removes the negative impact on self and others of one’s mistakes. And it is this negative impact, as Daphne rightly pointed out, that makes it impossible for me to ever trust Dr. Joseph with the future of my children.
@Daphne. Just joking. My nineteen-year-old is like that too so I can empathise. It’s just that nothing beats a smooth clean shave. I hope Joseph reads this.
You didn’t comment on Mark Anthony’s promising to make a decent proposal next week and on Fr Peter’s comparison of Joseph to Sloterdijk.
Tony, I’ll comment on Mark Anthony’s article when I read it next week.
Fr Peter’s salivating all over Joseph Muscat was one of the most sickening pieces to which I referred in my original post. Imperial Russia had Rasputin to mesmerise its society women, and we have Muscat to mesmerise our men. I wouldn’t wish Rasputin’s fate at the hands of the unmesmerised men on Joseph Muscat. But I do wish somebody would gag him with a Pampers nappy.
@Daphne. I have never met Joseph Muscat so I have no first hand knowledge of this nonsense you have come up with today. Joseph Muscat is just a natural people pleaser. He wants to be liked. He’s naturally charismatic. A little like Bill Clinton or Tony Blair. Just last week you were inferring that he was the “cheating husband” type. Now you’re inferring that he may play the other side of the fence. What is it with you and Labour leaders? You had it in for Alfred Sant, now you’re all out to do a hatchet job on Joseph Muscat. Your credibility is sinking fast. And by the way just two weeks ago you were insisting I was Anthony Licari. You’re now asking if I am someone else called Joseph Grech Attard. Who in the blazes is he? And I certainly hope that the man is gay otherwise you may be libelling someone. Daphne you’re a trip! Can’t help loving you, hating you, loving you. He broke the mould when he made you!
Daphne – “@For God’s sake, Uncle Fester (are you Joseph Grech-Attard, by any chance?) – as a self-described ‘older gay man’”
That’s what I’ve been thinking all along, though he has refused to answer my question under “One in three babies” ….
For crying out loud! “Joseph Muscat is a little like Tony
Blair and Bill Clinton”?!!! He’s also been compared to Barak
Obama! Farrugia and Abela to Austin Gatt!! And to cap it all Daphne is accused of living in never never land!
Words fail me!
Yes, Cikki, and do you know what is the most ludicrous about the comparison of Joseph Muscat to Barak Obama, Bill Clinton and Tony Blair, apart from the world leader status of the latter lot? They are all big, tall men – far, far above average – and Muscat can’t even find a pair of trousers to fit him. Bill Clinton! Tony Blair! Castles in the air….
Is there no other subject that DCG and ABC know what to write about and induce others to give their share? You know what will happen? It will be a weeping site (wall) written and read only by the zealots.
It is so predictable, so nauseating, it truly makes you sick, and there is much vomit. And this from the cream of the cream of the most educated people on the island and sometimes even from abroad.
I will surely be told if you don’t like it do not to open the site. Of course that’s what I will be doing and suggests and hope that others, many others, do the same, ignore it. There are so many other subjects to read about thanks to the internet. What I wrote above will truly happen. In that case don’t bother to publish the site but open a club for the zealots to gather and spend the time yes weeping, vomiting, licking and competing in vulgarity. What a club will it be!
Friends, let Lady Daphne enjoy writing, just do not read her. Without an audience she will quickly realize that she is wasting her time. She will be preaching to the converted.
Strange how she reached this point of no return. Does this reflect on her youth, on her upbringing on her schooling, on her friends (Tell me who you befriend and I tell you what (sic) (not who) you are).
@Amanda Mallia. Just in case my question asking who in the blazes Joseph Grech-Attard was, was not a sufficient answer to your question – here goes in Noddy format: I AM NOT, HAVE NEVER BEEN AND WILL NEVER BE JOSEPH GRECH ATTARD. Similarly I AM NOT, HAVE NEVER BEEN AND WILL NEVER BE ANTHONY LICARI. I have googled both people. The only thing I have in common with Anthony Licari is that we both speak French. The information on Dr. Grech Attard is so sparse that as far as I know I have nothing in common with this man other than our nationality. What is it with you people – believe me you don’t know me. My name would not ring bells with you.
Michael Debono: When are you starting up your own blog?
@Michael Debono
You describe DCG and ABC as being among the cream of the cream of the most educated people on the island.
DCG and her brother in arms, ABC, do not need any of your flattering. They gloat most of the time anyway without anybody’s encouragement.
Poor elves and all those others who do not always vote PN. Daphne and her comrades consider you as a formidable albeit stupid opponent.
@Daphne
If I may, I have three questions for you.
1.
Given your very low esteem and lack of respect for the so called elves, what is it that keeps you ticking and writing the sort of articles that we have now become so very much accustomed to?
2.
When you write a contribution, do you have the elves in mind as your audience, or do you target the floating and pro PN voters who opted not to vote PN in the last general election?
Be careful, because the floaters and pro PN voters who did note vote PN in the last general election are slightly more intelligent than the so called elves. If you keep on repeating ad nauseum the same arguments, you may very well be described as a pathetic nitwit.
3.
The other queastion is whether you do it out of love or duty?
It is evident that “lil dak” ma tantx thobbu u wisq anqas lil min b’xi mod ma jappogax lil Gonzi.
Imma insomma lili thobbni hux? Nispera…
Duh!
Uncle Fester – “Joseph Muscat is just a natural people pleaser. He wants to be liked. He’s naturally charismatic. A little like Bill Clinton”
Yes – one plays with cigars in his office; the other one with nappies, apparently …
@Amanda Mallia. Doesn’t even get credit for being a good father, huh?