Thank heavens for Manwel Cuschieri's brother
Manwel Cuschieri’s brother has told the world that he gave up his only begotten seat for the salvation of the Labour Party. He made the ultimate sacrifice not for any earthly reward but because he didn’t want to see his beloved political party torn apart. “I was scared of the consequences, so I wanted to do something to avoid that,” he told the newspapers.
Ah, but what consequences? He didn’t elaborate, and nobody saw fit to press him further. Perhaps he was concerned that the party would split into factions and splinter groups. Maybe he was terrified that Jason and Michael would form rival gangs and have it out in a public square with knuckle-dusters, AK-47s, and flick-knives. Or he could have feared that those who felt they had brought shame and failure on the party would commit mass hara kiri to save its honour. Oh, chance would be a fine thing.
Manwel Cuschieri’s brother is upset because people think he has handed his seat to the Saviour of Labour for a large consideration, financial or otherwise. He is greatly offended at this suggestion. He was put out when questioned by journalists. He was, to use his own word, “hurt.” You would think that Manwel Cuschieri’s brother had a thicker skin than that, but apparently not. He’s sensitive. He doesn’t like it when people think bad things about him, though it’s quite all right when his brother fills the air with poison via Super One radio. Those others he talks about don’t count, because they’re on The Other Side. Manwel and his brother are fighting the Good Fight. They play for the Good Team, for the ones who are going to save Malta from the morass of 20 years of a Nationalist government. They are going to reconstruct the paradise we lived in before we heard the names Eddie Fenech Adami and Lawrence Gonzi. Labour did so much for Malta. It introduced children’s allowance in the 1970s, ‘gave’ women the vote in the 1940s, and legislated for civil marriage in 1975. What a track record to be proud of. With a magnificent track record like that over a period of six decades, it’s not surprising that Manwel Cuschieri’s brother is letting his parliamentary blood to make our Joey prime minister and get Malta to the moon.
Once he is prime minister, our Joey will have the five years of hindsight he seems to need for any decision of grave importance. And so he’ll be able to spend his allotted five years thinking things through and implementing policy in the last six months before he goes to the polls. That’s what he told his interviewer from The Sunday Times, in a piece published last Sunday: “With hindsight, the Yes vote won the referendum.” With hindsight – presumably, he didn’t have a calculator or even an abacus at the time. Strangely, he didn’t say that with hindsight he was wrong: no, with hindsight, he has learned how to count. But based on the counting he did at the time, he was right. Which means that he was never wrong: he was right then, and he is right now, because it is only circumstances which have changed, and those are nothing to do with him.
Our Joey and the Labour Party, which might have made a good name for a sad early 1970s pop group, particularly with those Two Ronnies on either side of him, are lucky that right now people would kill for a change of scene and in five years’ time they are going to be so desperate that they’ll vote for a two-headed Martian. It’s not as though they haven’t done that before. They will plump for somebody who tells them that it has taken him five years to reckon up the referendum result, and who is as cavalier about what might have been the consequences of his actions as a man who popped into a bar to buy a packet of Dunhill and accidentally bought a packet of Rothmans instead. The long and the short of it is that if Joseph Muscat had achieved his aim in 2003, Malta would be in a peculiar kind of hell right now, and all the advantages we have taken for granted for the last five years – the freedom of movement, the influx of overseas investors, the new businesses opening up, the spectacular growth of financial services and information technology, would be something only to dream of. Meanwhile, anybody who could would be queuing up to emigrate in search of a better life, or instead opting for the curtailed existence of life on a glorified Pantelleria.
To vote for somebody who worked so hard to ruin your life and the lives and prospects of your sons and daughters, you must really be a bloody-minded masochist, or have no pride and dignity at all. Somebody like Joseph Muscat deserves to be spat upon and spurned for what he tried to do to this country. He wasn’t just one of the backroom boys, sitting around and toeing the party line. He was a front-runner in the No campaign, putting himself about telling the country that EU membership would be the end of us. He was always at Alfred Sant’s side, nagging and whining about how the EU would kill us in our beds.
And thanks to him and others like him, we got into Europe only by the skin of our teeth. I never want to go through again what I went through that morning, when the referendum votes were being counted. There is no way on earth that I can ever regard Joseph Muscat with any favour, because decent people forgive, but only utter fools forget. And only people with a self-destruct button or severely impaired intelligence can trust the judgement of a man who got it so very badly wrong, a man who campaigned avidly against EU membership and now says that it is only five long years of hindsight that have brought him to the realisation that more people voted Yes than voted No. In a real democracy, with people who know what freedom is and with a press that fosters a healthy contempt for the offensive behaviour of politicians, he would be pilloried and hounded for saying that, or for having the nerve to face the very electors whose future as EU citizens he tried so hard to destroy before it even began. The trouble with lots of people in this country is that they have no self-respect. Somebody slaps them around and plays about with their lives and five years later they’re ready to kiss his nether regions. No dignity – unbelievable.
Now Manwel Cuschieri’s brother is claiming that it is only the mean and nasty Nationalists who are putting the rumour about that he was promised something in return for his seat. No, it’s not the mean and nasty Nationalists, but anybody with grey matter up there. People don’t give up their parliamentary seat for nothing, or to be the salvation of the party, and if they do, then there are other reasons to worry. And indeed, it seems there are and that the truth is even shoddier than fiction: our Joey snatched that seat and in return promised to ring around a few people to find Manwel Cuschieri’s brother a job. Yes, he actually said this, and here it is in the story buried deep within The Sunday Times: “Mr Cuschieri said he had received a number of job offers from the private sector, and confirmed that Dr Muscat was helping him find a job, but he did not know if these attempts had reaped any concrete offers.”
Manwel Cuschieri’s brother said this while fully oblivious to the fact that the Malta of 2008 is not the Malta of 1978. It is now completely unacceptable for politicians of whatever stripe – still less leaders of political parties – to ring round private sector businesses to find jobs for the party apparatchiks to whom they owe favours. They are the ones who owe the favour, but the private sector is expected to carry the cost, and then the private sector business which dished out the favour expects another favour in return. If Manwel Cuschieri’s brother is out of a job because our Joey has taken his seat, then our Joey can damn well employ him himself. He can be nappy-changer-in-chief at what is no doubt referred to as the ‘Muscat residence’ or he can sweep floors at Mile End. Who cares? It’s not our pigeon.
This article is published in The Malta Independent today.
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Did I hear well or not when I heard Mrs. M. Muscat when giving her first reactions on Super 1 radio say “kuntenta li WASALT s’hawn!!!” and “mhux ma tikkridikawhx ta’ imma halluh jahdem ghax Joseph ghandu foresight kbira” wow!!!
[Daphne – Foresight? Maybe where his own personal ambition is concerned, but with public/foreign policy he goes for hindsight. What fascinates me is how the more obnoxious a man is, the more blindly adoring the wife.]
my wife commented on Mme Muscat’s metallic silver outfit last night. she said she prefers that colour on her car.
[Daphne – I didn’t watch the show because I had too much work to catch up with, but I’ve just had a telephone call from my mother to report on the sartorial facets of the big event, and was told that the outfit was metallic silver. I can’t comment, not having seen it, but as a first reaction I would say that metallic silver is a bad choice unless you’re Beyonce and about to perform.]
Did you notice though that she is referring to her own achievement”fejn WASLAT” and not “fejn wasalna”. Is she his mummy what?
[Daphne – That is my reading of the relationship and of the dynamic between them. She looks, dresses, behaves and speaks as though she is his mother, and he looks, dresses, behaves and speaks as though he is her son. They have this mother-son combo going on: she’s far too middle-aged and maternal and he camps up the inappropriate boyishness. I’ve noticed that he even looks at her, speaks of her and treats her as though she is his mother. It’s fascinating.]
“the more obnoxious a man is…the more blindingly adoring the wife”
Sandro Mangion was not that obnoxious and, according to my daughter, adored he was by Mme.
[Daphne – Ah, but the point is that men like Joseph Muscat actively seek out blindly adoring women who worship them hand and foot, because they need the constant adulation. A man with a different personality would, on the other hand, find it stultifying and oppressive.]
I thought Joseph was quite awed by the occasion and came across quite humbly. But then maybe I’m blinded by prejudice on the other side of the fence!
“and all the advantages we have taken for granted for the last five years – the freedom of movement, the influx of overseas investors, the new businesses opening up, the spectacular growth of financial services and information technology”
Surely we did not have to wait for the EU for these advantages. We had them, a long time ago, way back in the late 70s and mid-80s.
Freedom of movement >> applicable to fusellu & associates
Influx of overseas investors >> hey, we all remember the Chinese
New businesses >> yes, where every company’s vision was wage freeze
Growth in IT >> life was full of luxuries with contraband VCRs and colour TVs.
Oh, what a grand and spectacular life that was.
unfortunately (speaking as a male), I have to admit that wimmin are more savvy than men in more ways that I care to think about. I once read somewhere that the best relationships are those where the female is 9 years younger than the male – then at least he has a fighting chance of matching her. What is the age difference here?
[Daphne – There isn’t an age difference between them. She’s just very mummyish. On the other hand, I am nine years younger than my husband….you must tell me where you read this as he will no doubt want to know.]
yes, that should be an extension to what we used to call ‘self-adulation at a masturbatory level’.
[Daphne – Why complicate things? One word does it, and it begins with w.]
oiiii!!!! Daphne…..Gimme some credit. I was the one who coined the phrase the Two Ronnies for the moustachioed bandidos on each side of the Jowey !!!!
Hadd ma jaghmel xejn ta xejn, anqas l-ikbar missjunarju! U jigi dan il-jonnikamlejtlij jaghdilna li ha jissagrifika ruhu ghal gid tal-lejber u l-pajjiz? U Hallina.
Xi haga tawh. U jekk mhux illum, ghada jsarrafha. B’dal pjacir li ghamel lil Jowey, hu u huh saru sidu ghax dan id-dejn kbir wisq.
Did she really say ‘KUNTENTA li wasalt s’hawn?’ Jesus, what a cheek. I was always under the impression that the madame is more ambitious than he is .. and given that her past bosses included an ex-minister and the ex leader of the opposition… well, that should speak for itself.
as for her outfit, didnt she say she is an image consultant or what? yeah..indeed.
[Daphne – She was Sant’s image consultant, which just about sums up her skills and abilities. Maybe where Joseph was concerned, she has more of a direct interest, though I can’t help thinking that he did it all himself because he comes across as a whole lot cannier than she is, in that let-me-be-a-makkak-and-jump-through-all-the-right-hoops kind of way. Her working life in the private sector is best summed up by saying that when you have been PA to Alfred Sant and gone on to marry the rising star of the MLP, who is now leader of the Opposition and tipped to be the next prime minister, there are going to be a lot of laghqin tripping over themselves to give work to Mrs Potential PM regardless of her abilities. They’ll write off the money as an investment. It happens in lots of other sectors.]
“To vote for somebody who worked so hard to ruin your life and the lives and prospects of your sons and daughters, you must really be a bloody-minded masochist, or have no pride and dignity at all”
This is exactly how I feel and never will I consider voting MLP not because it’s the MLP but because it’s been a constant threat to my life since I was born. I can forgive them, perhaps they were genuinely concerned about Malta’s future at the time but I can never forget that, because of their foolishness and myopia we could have lost our chance to join the EU for ever, or in any case, in my young adulthood, at the peak of the time when I could have reaped the benefits.
It was sheer irresponsibility and we cannot afford to have sheer irresponsibles at the country’s helm.
manwel is already reaping the rewards. he was put in charge of the door to door campaign. i wonder if he will come to wardija along with joey ands the 2 ronnies
[Daphne – If you mean Bidnija, where I live and work, then they might as well not bother. It’s a PN stronghold, with the exception of one family who – surprise! – are rather odd and unpopular. When Sant wanted to do a ‘farm tour’ in the referendum campaign, to tell us how farming would be destroyed by EU membership, some really intelligent person in his campaign team selected Bidnija, without bothering to check first. He found every door closed, and the only people who took him around their fields – dressed in a suit, natch – were from that one family. You can imagine well that went down. Some student should research Labour’s campaign mistakes for a thesis.]
@ Daphnie; You should be ashamed of your son who was a University collegue. Is this your ”Independent” opinion of this?? You are a disgrace when my Dutch collegues,read such articles. Try and be a good journalist for god’s sake because you ended up loosing my confidence.
V.Testa
[Daphne – I am not at all ashamed of my son. I have three, but given that you are clearly a Labour voter and keen follower of Super One, I know which one you mean. On the contrary, I am extremely proud of him. It’s a safe bet that he will achieve far more in his life than you ever will. For a start, he can speak English, he knows how to spell, and does not view punctuation as an arcane art. But those are just his minor talents. I am astonished that they let you into university when you don’t even know how to spell ‘lose’ and ‘colleague’ and have such evident difficulties with the English language. You have the Nationalist government to thank for that – this is what happens when they throw the doors wide open to all sorts. You get people like Anglu Farrugia, who are barely able to speak let alone write, graduating magna cum laude. It won’t be along before a degree from the University of Malta is worth no more than the paper on which it is printed.]
1) And yet…It was all smiles, camaraderie, patting on backs and unanimous rounds of appluase ringing around Parliament yesterday…Not one little ounce of cynicism, not one tiny word of protest. Kemm immmaturajna bhala pajjiz, hux? L-aqwa li kulhadd jahdem ghall-gid tal-pajjiz. Poor sods! Pull the f***** other one.
2) It was Aristotle who came up with the magic formula: men should marry women “half their age plus 7”. Women being savvier has nothing much to do with it though… :-)
DCG: ‘On the other hand, I am nine years younger than my husband….you must tell me where you read this as he will no doubt want to know’
Well it’s a well known fact that women mature faster than men. Just how faster nobody really knows but a 9 year age gap seems just right to me – I must find the source of that piece of info…
If the Labour Party is in danger of being torn apart, I don’t see how the presence of Joseph Muscat in Parliament can save it. It is evident that, by Cuschieri’s own admission, there are personal clashes within the party and the rancour that came to the surface during the run-up to the leadership contest is still simmering.
I didn’t know Bidnija was a Nationalist stronghold… how many families are there anyway? I believe Lino Spiteri has a summer residence there so that makes two Labour leaning families after all.
[Daphne – Well, you learn something new every day, Gerald. No, Lino Spiteri doesn’t have a house here.]
Victor, lose some weight so you don’t have to loosen your pants after an ikla kbira ghand in-nanna.
Gerald – Pleeeease get over your infatuation with Muscat. It’s becoming as sickening as “lil din”‘s cheesy smile.
Is this all you have to say about the EU?
That’s quite a petty argument, coming from someone who’s so presumptuous; indeed, from someone who holds no opinion over the Lisbon treaty, has no idea as to whether she should prefer more centralised power or not, no opinion whatsoever as to whether she wants the EU to emulate the US, more so because she has no inkling of what has been going on in the US; and when she’s confronted with serious arguments she comes up with the “conspiracy theory” cop-out, trailed by a chorus of salivating idiots who are likewise unknowingly stranded in the Pollyanna rut.
This is why we get this continuous whinging rooted in Labour’s stance of five years ago, and the ‘Oh! What would we have done outside the EU’ kind of blabber… and that is where the argument stops, the rest is Mawwel-Kuxkieri stuff (which explains why Daphne is his counterpart on the other side of the ‘kanal’).
Here’s a mini-lecture in the form of a question, Daphne: When are you going to grow up intellectually? Or is that an OXyMoron as in the case of your counterpart?
[Daphne – Oh dear, another bloke with a problem. Are you uptight because Joseph Muscat has just dismissed your wife’s chances of standing for election as an MEP unless she gets off the euro-sceptic (gosh, I almost wrote septic there) bandwagon? This is not a venting-station, Kevin. Go off and bang your head against maltafly.com]
“It won’t be along before a degree from the University of Malta is worth no more than the paper on which it is printed…” we’re already there!
Is it possible none of you noticed the lady carrying the little white poodle outside parliament yesterday! She was among the group of old women cheering Joey! I was in fits. I was sure you were going to comment about that one Daphne, I was looking forward to what you would write about it! Pity you missed it, you’d have loved it and we would have loved your comments! LOL
[Daphne – Sadly, I missed the show: white poodle, silver Beyonce dress, gelled last-remains-of-the-hair, the works…]
That’s what he said in his memoirs although I obviously stand to be corrected. You still haven’t given me the headcount though :)
Regarding my so called infatuation with JM, he happens to be a good friend whom I have a lot of respect for, much more than most of the people on this blog, including Amanda :)
[Daphne – Wardija, not Bidnija. About 300. You might think of Joseph Muscat as your friend. The likelihood is that he thinks of you as a useful person. After all, you do work for the media.]
A ‘suldat tal-azzar’ must look the part. Hence the silver dress.
Thanks to whom??… That Thanks, goes to my father and not the goverment because it came out of my father’s pocket!!! Being a labour voter is irrelevant.Yesssss, your son might speak very good english!!!!….But what about his Maltese???. By the way my job is not an ‘independant’ journalist and i do not use the ‘correction dictionary’!!!!
[Daphne – Your father’s pocket? People paid tax before 1987, too, you know – and the top rate was 95% as I recall. Yet they still couldn’t go to university except, having jumped through a zillion hoops, to become yet another lawyer or teacher. My son’s Maltese is irrelevant, given that Maltese gets you nowhere, unless perhaps he wants a job with Super One. You’ll discover that yourself when you enter the job market: the entrepreneurs I interview all say the same thing – that the level of English has deteriorated so fast it is affecting the employability of young people, who are now more familiar with Italian than they are with English, and even university graduates speak really, really poor English. The one thing you can be sure of is that the son you mention won’t be caught writing comments like yours, replete with exclamation marks, question marks, and independent spelt ‘independant’, among other gross errors. As for your excuse that you don’t use the ‘correction dictionary’ – my dear, that says it all. An undergraduate should not need to use a computer’s spell-check facility to distinguish between ‘loose’ and ‘lose’, ‘independent’ and ‘pendant’ (the one with a final ‘a’ denotes that something is hanging). You shouldn’t need to use a spell-checker at all, no matter how complicated the word. I suspect your real problem with my son has nothing to do with the fact that he told that little toby-jug ‘journalist’ from Super One/Maltastar.com to fuck off, as he well deserved given that he had been harassing him for at least 20 minutes. It’s the fact that when people like you sniff what they think is a ‘privileged kid’ it makes them want to bring back Dom Mintoff. You’ve got your university education, so go off and get some privileges for yourself, instead of envying others – but I would learn how to spell and speak English first, if I were you. It helps.]
‘Eurosceptics’? Who are these people? Are they like the anarchists and saboteurs of bygone years? Or are they like modern day t’rrrists, lurking beneath people’s beds?
What is the definition of a ‘eurosceptic’?
I’ll give you one. A eurosceptic is an ‘enemy of the (EU) state’, because criticising EU power is not ‘politically correct’ especially since the EU is still in the process of centralisation and consolidation.
Being critical-minded is beyond the sheeple mentality, especially since the sheeple are still in the 2003 IVA-LE mode for membership. But that was over five years ago and today only the revolutionary-minded seek withdrawal from the EU. I guess withdrawalists are ‘eurosceptics’ of the worst kind.
This onslaught on the critical mind has become pervasive throughout the West but very few realise it, since very few experience it first hand. And if you look closely, the critical expression that is labeled most is that which addresses the federal or supranational level. To me it stinks of sovietism and worse. At times, I even wish I lived in your oblivious Pollyanna rut, playing bipartisan games in the mud pit called ‘member state’.
[Daphne – Kevin, sweetheart – if there’s a rut, it’s the one in which people with Brussels desk-jobs sit, even if they give you time to look after your chinchilla.]
‘Hit where it HURT’. Did you realise that it took you more than 20 lines to make your point!! :) Aha, that’s because you are a jotns#dn… OOOPPPSS !!, my dictionary is not working well!! Good Day!!
[Daphne – I could have made my point with a single word, but chose not to.]
Yes that’s it – Wardija, even more of a nationalist stronghold I would have thought :)
Regarding JM, I suppose he would find ppl in the media useful but really, he’s not as bad as you make him out to be.
The comment on the ‘toby-jug journalist was funny though – stiches of laughter!
Kev
“At times, I even wish I lived in your oblivious Pollyanna rut, playing bipartisan games in the mud pit called ‘member state’.”
Instead, you live in Brussels where representatives from all 26 mud pits meet.
I think the tone of your post has a lot to do with this bit of Ivan Camilleri’s interview with Joseph Muscat last Sunday:
“IC: You know very well that Ms Ellul Bonici works for the euro-sceptics in the EP.
JM: She cannot continue doing that if she wants to become an MLP candidate. This is clear.”
So now it’s “Eurosceptics? Who are they?”
@Gerald
“Regarding JM, he’s not as bad as you make him out to be ”
Not as bad?
For heavens sake he was trying to deprive us of EU membership and almost succeeded ! Can you get any badder?
I suppose he is not bad in the sense he is unlikely to mug you in a dark alley, but to be honest I would rather be mugged than to be deprived of the opportunities that I now have as a citizen of the EU.
Don’t underestimate JM. Behind his cynical smile hide unsmiling eyes and ruthless ambition.
I drifted from JM’s quote in the New York Times, subsequent to the referendum result to Margaret Thatcher’s daughter serialised biography of the Iron Lady on the Mail on Sunday, and came across the following quote from Maggie…
“(In my times), you went into politics to do something, and today, it seems, people enter parliament to be someone ”
Has she met JM ?
[Daphne – She’s right. It’s all about him. As Mrs Joseph told the cameras: Kemm jien kuntenta li wasalt s’hawn.]
Sur Antoine Vella, echoing Daphne’s presumptions might add some lustre to your square comments. Regretably, your guttedness will only grow worse if you pain yourself further over my well-being.
Your goodwill is much appreciated.
[Daphne – Sounds like you have a carrot up your a***e, Kev.]
Lino Cert – You said “Don’t underestimate JM. Behind his cynical smile hide unsmiling eyes and ruthless ambition.”
Well, that is obvious to all, except, of course to those of his ilk or to those with an IQ that leaves much to be desired.
Yes, Daphne, that could be how I feel when replying to Antoine Vella’s senseless jibes.
BTW, lots of star-spelling lately. Embarrassed to write it as it is?
[Daphne – No. Children might be reading this blog. And judging by some of the comments, children are.]
Dear Kev
I’m not pained for your well-being so my guttedness (that’s not even a real word) is not set to increase.
Regarding the inconvenience of having your lower digestive tract blocked by a vegetable, don’t blame my senseless jibes. It’s more likely a conspiracy against you by the EU state because you’re so critical-minded.
[Daphne – Even though he wears a tin-foil helmet to bed…]
all want to know what job will joe cuschieri will get after all that tear shedding and hugs lol
Till now total silence But one thing is certain wait till mr fat boy glenn beddinfield is elected to E U parliament and see who gets the job as his assistant paid through EU funds.
[Daphne – You know how, if people went purely on the basis of euro-mps, they would think that all northern women look like PE mistresses who have never had a close encounter with lipstick? I’m seriously concerned for the image of Maltese men, based on most of those we’re dispatching there. That’s all we need now – GlAn BAdingfield and Joe Cuschieri.]
And don’t be surprised if miskin Joe Cuschieri sacrifices himself and sits for the EU elections with all the publicity he is being given. For me he is another poodle, this time maybe a white one.
[Daphne – He strikes me more as what the English call ‘a useful idiot’ – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Useful_idiot ]
What was little brother Joe Cuschieri doing, tagging along Joe Muscat during his seba visti at a number of towns and villages in Malta this weekend? Has he been appointed offically as Joe’s Jeeves ?
[Daphne – Forsi ghandu bzonn valet biex inehhilhu l-ingravata halli jidher cool and relaxed.]
Joe Jeeves.
:):):)
L-ikbar problema li ghandha Mrs. Muscat (ovvjament kif qalet hi) li l-Maltin ma jaccettawx il-fatt li ma tidhirx dejjem eleganti.
Imma kemm tahseb li l-Maltin ser joqghodu jaghtu kaz kif tidher Mrs. Michelle Muscat? Kemm tahseb li hi mportanti (sakemm ma tidhirx b’xi libsa silver qisha xi huta mkebba fil-foil lesta biex tidhol fil-forn)? Il-Maltin x’jaghmel ir-ragel taghha ghall-gid tal-pajjiz jimpurthom. M’ghandhomx fuq xiex jahsbu il-Maltin! Ser joqghodu jinkwetaw fuq id-dehra taghha.
Anke lil Michelle Obama rajnha bix-shorts. Xorta dehret eleganti u attraenti. Wara kollox imbilli harget bix-shorts ma naqqset xejn mill-intelligenza taghha.
Jiena nahseb li il-Mrs qeghdha tghix fil-fantasija. Timmaginha li hi xi first lady it-tip ta Evita Peron, fejn iktar kienet tmexxi l-Argentina hi milli zewgha.