Comments on: KRISTA SULLIVAN

By: M. Cassar

M. Cassar — Sun, 17 Mar 2013 19:37:02 +0000

Is this for real?

http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10151374188423725&set=pb.731088724.-2207520000.1363547091&type=3&theater

[Daphne – An absolutely horrid man, a crook and a raging Mintoffian. Ended up in court for some massive customs scam before we joined the EU. He used to own a bag-shop called Eloise, one in Sliema and another in Valletta, and then had that internet cafe at the top of Valletta’s Strait Street. He has a really annoying faux-positive daughter called Krista who is like a loopy character out of a British comedy, and who practises something half-assed called ‘laughter yoga’, though it clearly hasn’t worked on her dad at all. No patience for people like that, sorry. Malta taghna lkoll. Issa forsi jghinu Joseph.]

By: Charmaine Martin

Charmaine Martin — Mon, 21 May 2012 09:17:37 +0000

Keep going Daphne, ignore certain people. This is a free country – NOW.

During Labour times we could NOT open our mouths, so go on girl!

By: space

space — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 00:54:03 +0000

In reply to space. "Free speech is the whole thing, the whole ball game. Free speech is life itself"

By: space

space — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 00:34:32 +0000

how refreshing, so brash.

By: La Redoute

La Redoute — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 15:26:26 +0000

In reply to fb. I've seen at least two spiteful comments. Why would someone who thinks it's legitimate to behave that way recoil in horror when she's exposed for what she is? Krista Sullivan's come upppance is of her own making, so why is she shocked and surprised?

By: mattie

mattie — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 12:57:21 +0000

Kif saru fuq il-Fejsbook! Kulhadd bil-pagna qisha ‘fan club’ page. Hafna qed iriduha tas-celebrities hawn Malta.

First they put themselves under the spot light, then when it becomes too hot, they complain the light’s too strong.

By: H

Mon, 30 Jan 2012 17:13:04 +0000

In reply to An ES.

@An ES

I have known a very sweet girl since childhood. She got married quite a few years ago to a decent man with the same surname.

Yes, you are right, in fact this was Daphne’s reply to STALION in another post:

[Daphne – The Ellul Sullivans are extremely numerous and the problems occur in just one particular family of that name. I don’t think it is at all fair to allow these black sheep to tarnish the rest. When families are extensive, it’s inevitable that some might be difficult, and when the surname is recognisable, this makes it problematic for the blameless. So let’s be fair and decent about this, please.]

By: Amanda Cortis

Amanda Cortis — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 17:11:39 +0000

Classic, Daphne.

By: Hot Mama

Hot Mama — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 13:45:03 +0000

In reply to Krista. Ouch! Game. Set. Match.

By: Krista

Krista — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 12:13:24 +0000

I forgive you.

[Daphne – Krista, one doesn’t forgive. One apologises, as Kevin Vella did. You were the initial aggressor, not the other way round, and you were also the one allowing vulgar comments about me on your childish wall, including a claim that I need psychiatric treatment, written by somebody who has famously spent the last 40 years receiving it and causing stress to all around her.

Now, quite frankly, you can go to hell.

Shanti Krista Jollywood Laughter? Isn’t that what your New Age group is called? And you don’t even realise that you’re a bog-standard leftwing loonie, possibly because, like the rest of your herd, you completely lack insight and self-awareness, despite all the esoteric literature on the subject that you consume instead of real books.

Some great karma, bitching all over Facebook and raiding slander-sites for links and ‘information’. But then you’re a fake, aren’t you? When you ran out of options, you picked a lifestyle (out of those available to you, rather than the ones you actually wanted) and rolled with it.

Not just a fake, but a cliche: 40-year-old washed-up woman, not particularly bright, decides to become nouveau hippie, eat vegetarian and carry on voting Labour while talking about The Spirit and prancing around barefoot with friendship bracelets in some kind of frigging raindance at the ‘earth garden’, while the grown-ups get on with the business of keeping the show on the road so that you can play at being 16 years old.

No, thanks – I got a load of that first time round, when I really was 16. Why, I even have the scarves and the Jesus sandals to prove it. And then I grew up. You’re not new, you’re not different, you’re just tedious.

Most people have grown out of that kind of thing by middle age. You do realise you’re middle-aged, don’t you? The problem with you and your infantile, intellectually and emotionally retarded ‘friends’ is that you stick together like glue because you’re NOT individuals. You’re all the same, herded together in your assumed ‘difference’.

Then when you notice somebody who really is an individual, and truly is different, you start slashing about with rage and envy, because you can’t deal with the fact that I can stand alone and you can’t. Every time you burp, you have to update your status on Facebook for approval. ‘Like’ ‘Like’ ‘Like’. Pathetic. Now toddle off and make some banana mash or whatever.]