Labour thinks it bought a brilliant mind – and got itself a dud instead
Marisa and Kurt go through their paces for The Leader
Here is an example of Marisa Micallef (Leyson)’s ability to judge a situation:
The Daphne style of journalism is as outdated as the politics of old Labour it was designed to counteract. The Sunday Times, 2 March 1997
Thirteen years on, the ‘Daphne style of journalism’ is doing very nicely, thank you – so nicely that the Labour Party appears to have decided (sigh, yet again – what is this, the ninth time?) that I am Public Enemy No. 1.
Meanwhile, the person who made that perspicacious observation is…..buried somewhere deep inside the Labour Party HQ, pimping for votes for Joseph Muscat and taking orders from precisely the sort of cheap little mittilkless chav she despises, Kurt Farrugia.
I know it’s naughty to laugh, but darlings, I just have to.
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Kif kellek tispicca Marisa, the laughing stock of the nation. Because let’s face it, the Nationalists don’t trust you anymore and the Labourites are very wary of you. That’s it.
Thank God Malta is in the EU; Marisa can easily disappear in any of the other 26 member states.
Marisa Micallef demanded yet another highly paid and prestigious job from Lawrence Gonzi but was told to get lost. So she switched sides and joined the Labour Party and, in so doing, betrayed a government that had put her into a lucrative position at a time of personal dilemma.
But what the hell – she believes that the Labour Party will be in government in 2013 so she contacted the Leader knowing that he would swallow the bait in his greed for information about GonziPN.
Because the Labour Party didn’t have a clue what exactly Marisa Micallef’s contribution to the Nationalist Party was (nothing; she was a net recipient), she managed to sell her ‘skills’ for 40,000 euros a year. This provoked a great deal of resentment among those who have been working for Labour for years, and who were paid peanuts or asked to forgo their salaries during difficult times.
She is now sitting around feeling important, but is largely invisible. It must have dawned on her by now that she’s playing a zero sum game, with her entire future tied to Labour winning the next election, but even in that situation she isn’t comfortable because she has too many enemies within Labour.
Look at Kurt Farrugia’s tone when he described her as a ‘functionary like everyone else’ after he sent an email meant for her to the entire press corps.
As a matter of curiosity, when the coconut shell said that Marisa is a ‘functionary like everyone else’ was he suggesting that Euro 40K is the average wage in the glass house.
No wonder they go to such extremes for fund raising!
Yes, and look at the ‘iss hej’ tone of comments by people who’d rather see Marlene Mizzi in Marisa Micallef’s position. In progressive Labour, women have to compete among themselves for the token slots.
And all they get instead is token sluts.
Those two in the picture must be the “two military experts to train our SMU personnel within the Police Force in Marshal Arts” as suggested by Charles J Buttigieg under the “BlAST from the pAST” post on this blog.
Did Charles J write Marshal Arts, or is that you?
Isard, I copied directly (CTRL + C) from what Charles J wrote to avoid falling into the trap of TYOM or Mltstrta, who apparently are not even capable of copying, but I know what you mean. You can check the post, anyway.
[Daphne – I imagine our Charles confused martial arts with the Marshal Plan. Martial, Charles – from Mars, the Roman god of war.]
Joseph Muscat swallowed the bait (as usual) with line, hook and sinker – He thought that Marisa could give him PN inside information at the cheap price of 40,000 euro yearly.
I suppose the information he got is not worth two euros, as Marisa was not in a position of political importance but just the head of the Housing Department.
Which is why she got a job as a housekeeper at Mile End.
I suppose Marisa feels good that she is still being mentioned.
Mentioned for the wrong reasons of course.
I don’t care whether it’s out-dated or otherwise. It makes a great read and, better still, you have the guts to speak out loud what others only have the courage to whisper behind closed doors.