I’m not going to tell you who I think this is
This comment came in today, beneath my ‘May God rot Mintoff’s soul’ post (we’re getting close to 1000 comments there). It’s from a passionate Mintoff-Yana who – surprise! – writes idiomatic British English, and uses terms like ‘useful incumbency’ and ‘interdiction’ and has a fixation with the hypocrisy of church-goers.
I am particularly fascinated by the assumption that if one is Maltese, then one must perforce hear mass on Sundays and receive communion. Does she?
Message to the writer: you have given so much of yourself away that you could well have used your real name. If you were to mix outside your narrow circle of Mintoff-worshippers and extreme-left-wing loonies and woolly-headed muesli-eaters, you would know that for every person who ‘loves’ Mintoff there is another who regrets the fact that he wasn’t knocked down by a bus in 1970.
And no, that is not a violent comment. It is about as violent as saying that it’s a damned shame Muammar Gaddafi didn’t get run over in 1967.
With some people, it’s a whole lot better for one country or another if they’d never been born.
Oh, and another thing: blogs don’t have an editor. This is not a news channel or a newspaper. Blogs: the biggest frustration of the sort of politicians who made it their life’s work to silence people.
Well, I suppose one nasty piece of work produces another.
Next time, my dear, be a woman and use your real name. After all, I did. But you know what they say about bullies and cowards. Mintoff surrounded himself with a mob of thugs and acolytes because he wasn’t much of a man. He always came across as a mob leader and not a prime minister.
Charley Barley
I suppose that i could be vindictive and retort; the next time you go to Communion (if you have the audacity!) you will most certainly choke on the Holy Bread.
But i wont say that, i wont stoop to your level of depravity. I will not berate you for being what you are: A distorted and bitter woman with no place in society.
What i will say is that, the editor of this rag should be interdicted and disbarred from ever holding a responsible incumbency. Of course, he is doing his job, allowing the likes of you to stand on your pathetic soap box and give public vent to your venomous rantings which, all who see just snigger at.
No, there is no unanimous appreciation of the context of your drivel, just your pitiful and warped perspective of life.
Yet your editor, it seems, is impressed by the socking sensationalism that you regurgitate. Yes, it sells. Not for any literary or journalistic value,but for the morbid spectacle that you make of yourself.
I am glad that when they spawned the likes of you they broke the mould. Admittedly you are (thankfully) unique and when you succumb to bovine spongiform encephalopathy and your pen runs dry, you will be remembered (if at all) for being one of life’s entertaining diversions, but nothing more than a waste of space.
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“Editors are men.”
We can conclude that this is a male chauvinist speaking.
[Daphne – No, it’s a woman. A woman will give a man’s name as a fake email address in the required field, but a man will never use a woman’s name as a fake email address. Even in disguise they have hang-ups about something like that. And in Malta, yes, editors are men.]
Female chauvinists see their male counterparts lurking around every corner.
Her words, never mind the message, appear so contrived, As if she wrote them with a dictionary by her side. Very weird and scary.
The point is, there’s no editor on this blog other than the blogger, who is not a man.
Are we allowed to guess who we think it is?
I think I have a pretty good idea.
Someone you used to work with (well you worked, she pretended to) in that office on Birkirkara Hill, perhaps?
[Daphne – No. Different writing style and that one knows I’m not exactly crowding the front pews at mass every Sunday. She also knows that blogs don’t have editors.]
Ma fehmet xejn kif jahdem blogg! Could be a direct result of her father’s phobia of computers which left her eons behind…
A Mintoff-Yana calling for interdiction.
Oh the rich dramatic irony.
guzepp, din ‘encephalopathy’ xi tfisser? U ‘incumbency’? kemm hu bravu Charley Barley – ghalqilha halqha lil dik is-sahhara tal-bidnija.
The irony is that all “Charley Barley” (would pure Maltese rabid Mintoffians really use such a nickname?) said above applies solely to Dom Mintoff, that most hated, despicable bastard.
It must kill you when a “Laburist/a” uses idiomatic British English. I would die, die, die.
[Daphne – She is, in fact, not one. I doubt, quite frankly, whether she even has the vote, given that she has been away from Malta since the age of 17.]
Even if she did, MLP would slap a rikors legali on her. Now she’s a delegata specjali. The mind boggles.
Truly despicable of you, Daphne.
Now, can you please tell me whether you have copyright to that “May God rot his soul” thing? There are a couple of people who have been really getting up my nose lately and I would love to send them something along those lines.
[Daphne – It’s good, isn’t it. Really satisfying.]
Pretty clean too. Gets your steam off without the hassle of black eyes, broken noses, dislocated jaws or missing teeth.
You wouldn’t have happened to give us a hint within your own text?
‘I am glad that when they spawned the likes of you they broke the mould.’
Who says they broke the mould? Mintoff made us what we are today when he declared war on us.
You and your breed are too fucking stupid – I’ve found myself cursing now – to understand that while you lived in clover there were thousands of us who had to watch in bewilderment as our parents struggled against unfair odds to make ends meet.
You streaks of piss could safely ignore us because your thugs kept us dumb and fearful.
And why? Because your poxy Labour Party thinks that winning an election is like winning a lottery.
It screws over that half of the population who have the wits to see reality for what it is, just to keep the other half rich with ill-gotten loot.
Did you read that shite going on about his dad getting 25K at the Dockyard? Well mine had to raise us on 100 Liri a month and he was a head of school not some muscle-bound dick lolling around waiting for the call to come out on a truck and beat seven kinds of shit out of innocent civilians.
Another thing, if his dad made 25K a year, how did he qualify for a free flat and a plot of land? Mintoff had his own special brand of means testing.
Finally, get this through your head, brains of a stunned herring though you may possess. You confuse good manners and breeding for cowardice. I really, really wouldn’t make that mistake again.
Your anger is just like mine. Why, even for a phone line one had to go begging, as if it were some kind of luxury and you needed a very big favour. We had applied for a landline in 1970 and finally got the bloody phone line in March 1983 only because a clerk employed at Marsa took pity on my grandmother (she was ill and we could not even call an ambulance if we needed one, no mobile phones existed in 1983).
And those “twiebet” called televisions… God almighty… my uncle ran a shop and he was “ordered” to sell those TVs only to those indicated on a special list.
I am not kidding about these things, they really happened.
Perhaps Yawna could enlighten us which one of her father’s horses provided her projectiles.
Or how one would have choked on holy bread, were he to have his way and claim church silver for his wretched’s cause
As for the morbid spectacle, there was one on last week.
It showed the predicament of having to resort to exile to escape the shame.
Only someone who has lived in an English speaking (as a first language) country would spell Charles as Charley. A Maltese bred person would write Charlie.
It seems that whoever wrote that comment has run out of horse manure.
Daphne, if it is Ms Yana Mintoff then you really must be doing something right.
Apparently she is in town to get her hands on some numbers that only daddy Mintoff has, that open a special kind of box in Switzerland. Business in Texas has not been good in the last few years.
A box in Switzerland, which it seems, had become such an embarrassment, that further deposits were declined.
Is there any chance that daddy may be suffering from dementia and has forgotten the numbers?
I guess this comment is posted by Yana Mintoff
Surprisingly, Charley Yana Barley is an idiomatic English speaker but not a good writer and doesn’t seem to have a solid basic education, in spite of being “an economist by training”, as her Wikipedia biography claims.
Dreadful punctuation gives her away.
I’ve always thought that punctuation is a reliable indicator of a person’s writing skills and Ms Barley Bland fails the test dismally.