[Daphne – I’m sorry, but I think it’s your reading and viewing that isn’t quite balanced. Please spend some time reading, viewing and listening to The Other Side. This is my blog, not the PBS news. It doesn’t have to be balanced, because it’s all about what I think and I think that Joseph Muscat is complete pants.]

I thought I read somewhere that Joseph Muscat decided to take his family on a trip to Sicily, instead of attending a public engagement and risking his marriage.

Daphne, it’s your blog and you can do with it as you will, but perhaps you could leave out the comments of cowards.

A bit of balance would go a long way.

[Daphne – Steven, Antoine is using his real name. I do leave out the comments of cowards and half-wits. I have half of Labour elfdom trying to crowd in here with sub-literate (and anonymous) insults. “Joseph Muscat decided to take his family on a trip to Sicily, instead of attending a public engagement and risking his marriage.” Sicily is 60 miles away and it is entirely possible to return for the day. He didn’t take his family; he went with Anglu Farrugia and their wives. That ‘public engagement’ was a formal dinner hosted by the prime minister to bid farewell to the president, whom Muscat spent the last 17 years insulting. As somebody who has been married for 24 years I can tell you that marriages are not risked by postponing a trip to Sicily so as to accept an invitation from the prime minister, an invitation which includes one’s spouse rather than leaving one’s spouse behind. God knows where this country would have been if the president he attempted to snub had behaved the same way in the 1970s and 1980s when his family was being attacked and beaten up because he was leader of the opposition. I don’t know how much you know about marriage, but it is usual, when somebody enters public life, for that person to ask for the support and cooperation of his or her spouse before the big step is made. Then, and only then, is the big step taken. If Mrs Muscat said she would back him, then she should back him – and that means no trips to Sicily when the presence of both of them is requested at the prime minister’s table. He doesn’t have family values – he wouldn’t have spent half his time in Brussels bars with his wife at home in Malta if he had. He’s just ill-bred, and unfortunately, he married an ill-bred woman, however ‘charming’ she might be. They just don’t cut it, sorry.]

Is that his only selling-point, given his three predecessors’ family (or non-family) set-ups?

I wouldn’t like to think that you’d leave Malta’s fate in his hands solely on the basis of his supposed family values.

Steven Calascione – Lick, lick, lick

[Daphne – If only you knew.]

Kev prefers “pulċinell”, please keep it in mind next time you are looking for a word to describe him. I know I will.

Stay where you are, Mario DeBono. You might get some action in the summer of discontent – or wait until autumn to witness the real thing and experience some reality for once. If you do return, you’d have to watch Gensna all over again and drink Carnation milk from tin cans.