Sandro, funny you call us armchair critics, when you’re the one with the vivid imagination. I didn’t see you running to Safi dressed as a Kavallier either. And if you did what did you do to help, make ugly faces?

your reasoning is super stupid. What do you know about foreigners who enter Malta illegally and without any bit of identification papers and you want such people to be free to roam our streets without any controls? Do you know if any one of them is wanted for rapes, murders, and what not? Do you know their families. You want to enrol on a personal crusade in favour of these illegal immigrants? You’re naive to think so. Yet you have enough venom reserved for the catholic church. Whjat do you think willbe your fate if ever you were to go and enter other countries without papers and without your true name?

[Daphne – Sugar, I live next to one convicted murderer, one man facing trial for conspiracy to murder a soldier in a busted cocaine-smuggling exercise, another man whose brother has been jailed for life for shooting a police officer, and yet another man whose brother is serving a sentence for shooting somebody and trying to kill him. And that’s just in the immediate vicinity.]

why not enroll int he army. Maybe with a bit of help from martin or from others you make make the grade and show one and all how to manage this cesspit of internal security. Maybe you may even be the comodore of one of the newest fine patrol boats the EU is going to give us. Who knows maybe we may appouint you Brigadier. Words are easy to splatter, but when it comes to the core of the problem, I’ll hear you sing a different tune. Btw, where were you when all of these niggers escaped from detention and marched all the way to Luqa wanting even to go to Castille. Right in the middle of them? I never saw your face except at the cushy university.

[Daphne – And here you have an illustration of why I sometimes don’t tidy up comments or delete them.]

off course you were not the one on the receiving end. Who knows what you would have done if acid powder or shit and horse dung or boiling water was thrown into your face. You’re just armchair critics. And lazybones at that. you might ruin your carnagione if you were to mix with these illegal oafs.

[Daphne – Now where would somebody in a detention camp get hold of horse-dung? That calls for a pink thinking-hat.]

You can have them as your guests in your house if you like but then you have to guarantee for their behaviour. What do you know about them? zilch. A blindperson leading other blind persons to the hole.

[Daphne – Sandro is beck.]

There is no such thing as the right to riot, but there is such a thing called poor internal security management that allows frustration and pressure to reach explosive proportions.

[Daphne – The inmates at Corradino are serving a prison sentence, after due process in the courts. Some are being held on remand, pending trial. The two situations are different. I have great difficulty with the notion of locking people up without trial. In addition, prisoners have a structured routine designed to avoid these problems.]