Jason – he’s everyone’s
What is it about Jason Micallef that makes the double entendres flow thick and fast? He just asks for it. Take yesterday’s declaration that he’s everyone’s general secretary, for instance. That’s the kind of statement that just has to be made wearing tight satin pants, red lipstick and a cheap feather boa.
‘I will be everyone’s general secretary’ – Jason Micallef
All that mincing, prancing, cattiness and flashing (of teeth) – whenever I see him on television or read about his latest antics, I’m put in mind of somebody who’s a cross between the king’s favourite and Edmund Blackadder, flouncing about the palace corridors in tights, a jewelled codpiece, an earring and a cloak, the latter worn purely for the purpose of being tossed and flung while muttering catty insults over his shoulder at people he doesn’t like. He strikes me as that kind of person, born in entirely the wrong century.
Not only does he appear to believe that the sun shines out of the seat of his tights – sorry, trousers – but like Blackadder, he’s not as bright as he thinks he is, and he’s the only one who doesn’t seem to notice this. He has promised to ‘let bygones be bygones’ and to forgive those who insulted him and ran him down. Beneath the on-line story, there’s a whole stream of comments reminding him that WE are the ones who should be forgiving HIM and forgetting HIS stupidities and bad behaviour.
You can see why he identifies with Joseph Muscat – they’ve both clearly been brought up from birth to believe that they are wonders of nature. Everything centres on and revolves around their ego. The child whose ego is bolstered to bursting-point on a daily basis becomes an adult deprived of that all-important function of auto-criticism – to show us how we really are, to give us a sense of responsibility and an awareness of the real consequences of our actions. This failing is not so obvious in Joseph Muscat because he is far more intelligent than Jason Micallef and so doesn’t shoot his mouth off with repeated inanities. But to brush off his relentless, decade-long campaign against EU membership, which could have had the truly terrible consequence, for his compatriots, of locking them out of the EU and sending the future of the country into a tailspin, with a large tad-daqqiet ta’ harta smirk and the words ‘Heqq, I made a mistake…’ is really revealing. His mistake came within a hair’s breadth of costing this country its future. Where would we be now without EU membership? It doesn’t even bear thinking about. Yet Joseph Muscat treats it as though he was caught by his wife flirting heavily with a teenager. It’s truly unbelievable. Is there anyone in the Labour Party’s leadership positions with the slightest sense of responsibility, and with even the merest tinge of gravitas? No, there isn’t.
Oh, but I thought we were white?
The rabid racists in our midst are convinced that the rest of the world sees them as white, so the archbishop’s reminder that the Maltese were shunned in the countries to which they emigrated, because they were classed as coloured people, comes as a timely reminder.
Archbishop Paul Cremona …said he was also impressed by the hardship which the first Maltese migrants had gone through, especially as many Did not speak English and were shunned by others because of the colour of their skin.
I am sometimes amused to see that how we identify ourselves has little to do with reality and everything to do with (self) perception.
As for me, I can identify my fellow Maltese in airport queues and elsewhere by the amount of underwear the women have on display, the cheap, tacky clothes and the middle-aged of both genders who haven’t realized that clothes shouldn’t just be weight-and-size-appropriate, but also age-appropriate. On the street in France a few weeks ago, a couple of women in their 30s passed by and even before I heard them talk, I knew they came from down home: one of them was wearing a plunge-back top with her bra strapped across her otherwise naked back. The other was wearing super-tacky trousers in that clingy semi-transparent poly-nylon-viscose-whatever, with a buttock hanging on either side of a small V of cloth pulled up high and tight, as though somebody had given her a wedgie in the school lavatory.
I can’t believe that Maltese women spend so much on clothes and then end up looking like street-walkers in Istanbul. What a waste.
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I hereby disown Jason Micallef. How dare he declare to be “my general secretary”? I don’t want him. If he were to be my general secretary it would say a lot on who I am and I want absolutely nothing to do with him. So, please Jason, for Pete’s sake, don’t even dare to propose yourself as “everyone’s general secretary”. Some 70% of the country (and that’s conservative) don’t want you. The others have a peanut for a brain (apologies to Lord Black Adder). Otherwise they wouldn’t have voted for the idiot who snatched defeat from the jaws of victory (apologies to Sir Humphrey Appleby) on March 8 2008 and the preceding five weeks.
So much for the earthquake and the pjan ghall-bidu gdid. Surely, it’s a pjan ghall-bidu medjokri. If it’s not sad, it’s hilarious.
You crack me up :) I too recognise middle-aged maltese women abroad, but it’s not always because they’re looking like cheap tarts. In particular maltese women – I think – are on average the shortest in Europe. The men are only second to the portuguese. But yes, that does happen. And didn’t the ‘ladies’ in question also have this hideous-over-straightened hairdo’s with vibrant red or peroxide-blonde hues? Perhaps the government should release the fashion police for a local crackdown. Or send leaflets with no-no’s for BrandMalta. LoL.
Ok then, he can be my general secretary. He can start with the typing and filing. Can he handle the diary and the reception? Think so…. service with a plastic smile.
Maybe the Maltese might not be the best dressed tourists it`s true.
However what about the middle aged Brits with their socks and sandals, baggy shorts however overweight they are. Also strapless tops with drooping boobs.
Go down to the Ferries or pop over to Bugibba and you`ll want to call in the fashion police.
First we had the poodle stating “inhobbkom”; now we have the chihuahua-cum-peacock stating that he’s “everyone’s”. Are they trying to woo people from the flower-power 1960s or what?
Click here to see what Jason Micallef looks like sans les dents …
http://www.timesofmalta.com/articles/view/20080805/local/jason-micallef-re-elected-mlp-general-secretary
Look what Michael Falzon had to say about the MLP election on MaltaRightNow ( http://www.maltarightnow.com/?module=news&at=Michael+Falzon%3A+L%2Dewwel+reazzjoni+wara+r%2Dreb%26%23295%3Ba+ta%27+Jason+Micallef+ma%27+MaltaRightNow%2Ecom&t=a&aid=99805947&cid=19 ):
“L-eks Deputy Leader tal-MLP u eks kandidat għal-Leadership Laburista Michael Falzon iddikjara li hu se jaħdem biss ma’ dawk in-nies li jridu jaħdmu għall-Partit, u mhux lest jaħdem ma’ dawk li jisservew bil-partit.”
Ghal min qed jirreferi, tghid, hux, Jays?
Tajba, Mike!
“Where would we be now without EU membership?”
Yes, look at what happened to Iceland, Norway and Switzerland – it must be terrible being licked all over by the EU, while their citizens enjoy the benefits of the four freedoms of movement within Schengen.
But on a realistic note, Daphne is right – you need a nation to act and be treated as a nation, not a horde of troglodytes led by petty-minded snobs who stand for an ‘intelligentsia’.
in the words of dolly parton, it costs a lot of money to look that cheap.
@Scerri S
your repulsive racism makes me sick
When I’m at a foreign airport wanting to catch the homebound flight I don’t bother reading which boarding gate to go to. I just follow the din …
“Whitney ejja ‘l hawn”
or
“Shania-Mariah hallih lil Brandon ghax se taqlaghlu ghonqu”
I’m sure we’ve all been there at some point.
RE Archbishop Cremona’s comments – I’ve read that in Australia, there was a programme underway to remove aboriginal (what a horrible word) children from their families to be raised by “white” families. Well, they would tell the families that the children were Maltese rather than reveal their true identity. Seems we were only considered one step better than native Australians.
And what about the abuse suffered in the Sixties by Maltese children in Australian orphanages at the hands of religious
………?
Zizzu – At least you never came across that MP from Mosta poking his head between the Club Class curtains (free flight, naturally, on an Air Malta plane from Rome) like a child in a kindergarten nativity play “biex iseksek, ha’ jara min hemm li jaf”!
… Or the hoardes of people on a tour organised by that TV-man-turned-travel-agent on a trip to Prague, rushing onto the (Air Malta) plane, taking any first available seat … only to be told (spoken down to) by a tourist leaving Malta saying “No sir, the seats here have numbers – That’s the way it works!”
Cringe!
What about the Maltese men who run around bare chested or with hipsters so low that half their hairy bum is sticking out, thinking they’re God’s gift to universe?? YAQ!!!!