Thanks. very good points.

Alfred Farrugia. His name was Terror to every whining schoolboy, with his satchel and shining morning face, creeping like snail unwillingly to St Aloysius’.

Last time I saw him was in Valletta, in 2003, the day after that fateful refendum.

He was wearing a shell suit.

It’s the same also at the supermarkets: a family outing (bin-nanniet b’kollox jibqghu sejrin).

In Italy children receive their first holy communion at nine or older. Doctrine lessons are held once a week, not like the Muzew. Parents stay at the back of the church not at the front with their children showing off their hats during the ceremony.

In most parishes children wear the sort of cloaks that altar-boys wear, and not these miniature wedding gowns. The cloaks are not even bought but borrowed from the parish. This is the same Roman Catholic Church as in Malta.

In the past children frequenting church schools didn’t need to frequent the Muzew because all was done in-house. That doesn’t exist anymore.

[Daphne – It wasn’t, actually. I went to a convent school and we had no doctrine classes – just run-of-the-mill RE. We did have a little red catechism book that bore – I found out much later in life – a remarkably strong resemblance to Mao’s, but it was strictly that: learning the beatitudes and the deadly sins by rote, etc. Because you know, six-year-olds can really get to grips with the meaning and significance of adultery. ]

Il-Muzew has won, so all those who wish to take the first holy communion should frequent the Muzew whather they like it or not.

[Daphne – Sorry, wrong: all those who wish their children to take part in the parish ceremony must do so. Otherwise, they can just walk them down the aisle at any routine mass and have done with it. First Holy Communion is not like Confirmation – it does not require the presence of a bishop and the performance of an exceptional rite: it is just literally receiving the host for the first time.]

I remember children who were not allowed to receive the sacrament, for the simple reason that they had not a record of a regular attendance at the muzew (jew forsi ghax ma kienux ihallsu l-1c fil-gimgha fee).

[Daphne – Their parents should have just taken them to another church. They must have lived in a really small parish if the busy-bodies could keep tabs on everyone. I can’t see that happening somewhere like Mosta.]

[Daphne – Of course it does! This is something which the remarriage (and gay marriage) activists conveniently choose to overlook. A person’s will is inviolable. There are narrow circumstances in which it might be challenged (not leaving the legal minimum to a child, for instance) but otherwise, what the dead person says goes. There’s no need to wait until after death, either. There’s nothing to prevent a person transferring property in his or her lifetime. In fact, this is – and I draw the attention of all ‘remarriage/gay marriage is necessary’ activists here: this is one area in which the unmarried definitely have a huge advantage over the married. It is illegal (and hence, not possible) for one spouse to transfer ownership of capital assets to the other, even if they have no community of acquisition (separate estates). This is apparently an anti-crime, anti-fraud, anti-money laundering measure – because you know, only married people are in breach of the law.]

If there are no children involved, does the family of the dead partner has any legal rights over the inheritance left to the living partner?

[Daphne – Of course not! The only people with any such rights are sons and daughters, and spouses from whom there is no contractual separation have rights of use.]

Your insight on the E.U. is required man .

I don’t know. Most of my classmates were already patented morons on Orientation Day. You have to wonder at the effectiveness of our education system: Transformation from normal kiddo to pre-adolescent yob in just five years of schooling.

The lawyer’s degree merely confirms childhood tendencies.

And while we’re at it, a message to “il-Globu”:

Your Latin religious quotes on Facebook won’t fool any of your ex-pupils. You’re a sadistic brute with not an ounce of pedagogical training. May you be afflicted by the seven plagues and die a slow agonising death. Then I’ll spit on your grave, you bastard.

[Daphne – Harsh. Who is he and what did he do to you?]

OK, safety’s off:

1) She’s very obviously overweight, so she’s not someone to look up to.

2) She speaks, like the vast majority of Maltese women, especially women in power, from the brain rather than the heart. Politics is all about convincing people that you feel what they feel. Here’s a bunch of yuppies – JPO, Dr Whatever Her Name Is, Evarist Bartolo – who feel nothing. They only think. And they talk down to the people.

3) If we were trapped on a desert island and had to choose one of the trio to accompany me, I’d take a gun and blow my brains out. Now tell me I still have to vote Yes.

Daphne has been saying it all along: the marketing in this campaign has been dire.

Yes, another great book by yet another communist globalist. We all know conspiracies don’t exist. Fabian Society stuff, to be sure.