Yep. Maybe he’s hoping to have this season’s Xarabank sponsored by Durex.

Biex tara x’ ipokrita u qabar imbajjad hu!

He is only interested in enhancing his name and his programme.

Many of the things he says just do not make sense.

Dawn l-istess nies li riedu d-divorzju. What a bunch of hypocrites!

I prefer a person who openly declares that he’s an agnostic or that he is against the Church or whatever than a person who picks and chooses at a religion (whicever it is) to suit his needs.

I don’t care whether somebody is for or against divorce, but I do care about consistency. These people are a bunch of hypocrites, and for that (and not for being for divorce) they shall never get my vote.

That’s why I prefer Gonzi. You may not like or agree with his choices, but the man’s got guts, principles, consistency and courage. And above all, he’s coherent.

Ah! I love these reconstructions!

Soft music. Fabri strumming away gently. “Peppi” slowly, and I mean slowly (his idea of gravitas) reciting the events.

The audience applauds. Quietly at first.

Then louder and louder as some up-and-coming Eurovision hopeful works them up into a frenzy of clapping with her rendition of “There can be miracles” or some other epic tune.

Then the “discussion” resumes.

Someone shouts “Ejja kuragg!”.

Arrigo is about to start describing Mount Carmel when that talentless ass-clown pipes up: “Sur Azzopardi, James Bondin…”. The audience laughs. And applauds. Then applauds and laughs some more as he recounts a couple of extremely limp jokes about “il-magistrati taghna”.

Peppi reminds us to phone two-four-one-two-hundrit-jekk-trid-tkun-maghna-fis-sala, and in case we hadn’t noticed, reminds us of the free food at the end of the show, as his overweight audience licks their chops in eager anticipation.

“Doktor Arrigo, ahna sirna nafu li int thobb il-gardinagg/il-ganutell/is-sajd/whatever….”.

Five seconds later Fabri interrupts with some ditty from Cat Stevens. Five minutes later it’s advert time.

Three hours later, everyone waddles out of the studio in placid contentment.

Arrigo clutches a handful of coupons for pizza ghal tnejn, massage parlours, free popcorn, xahar abbonament ghall-gym, ic-cans li tirbah vjagg ghal Livigno, the works.

Alas, and so the darkness spreads.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/culture/2011/sep/11/tripoli-museum-antiquity-shattered-gaddafi-image

Kevin’s rants notwithstanding, there is precious little that Europe can do. We still have sovereignty by the bucketful.

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