Some people think that Muscat will lead Malta in a modern way. They are wrong. He called Mintoff his model and father. He will take Malta back to those years. He already lost control of some of his “famous” canditates, like Debono Grech, just to mention one.

Eventually, when they win the general election, his soldiers of steel will be on the loose.

Your articles should be an eye-opener to many young people who read and follow them and to the floating-voters (I can never understand the rationale behind such voters) who write daily on the timesofmalta.com telling us that they hold the balance of power in their hands. Well, hopefully they will place Malta’s interest first. Hopefully.

Imagine I am a Labour supporter, aged 25, and brought up in a household where the PL was deified. I know nothing of what actually happened during the 70s and 80s, but I hear that they were great times and that now the place is ruined because of the PN.

I go out into the real world and find that there are people who dislike me, hate me even, because I am a Labourite. They don’t want to talk to me or socialize with me and when my back is turned they quickly whisper “Dak Laburist” to their friends who giggle and walk away.

I don’t know that, let’s say, in those glorious years their parents were attacked in the street, had random police showing up at their parents’ homes or in their gardens at odd hours of the night claiming to be looking for bombs.

I don’t even know that perhaps one or both of their parents were framed for crimes they did not commit and had to go through humiliating procedures so that they could be broken. All I know is that I have been alienated, laughed at and looked down upon by my peers just because I am a Labour supporter.

(Think about it, it’s not because someone is Labour, but…then again…it is. What can that sort of pigeon-holing do to someone?)

Doesn’t this re-enforce my hatred? Doesn’t this make me think that my parents must be right? And so what if bad things happened, why do I have to pay for it?

Perhaps this political racism that Muscat talks about is more to do with Labour supporters being tired of paying for their past actions.

They are tired of being reminded of how horrid they were in the past. They feel bullied by it, that past that they cannot escape and keeps creeping up on them and used against them.

It’s the trump card that has always been played by the PN which cancels out any of their efforts to try and do some good. Even the few decent people within the ranks of the PL are tarnished by its reputation.

The PL have an idea but they have always been shot down by the phrase “But you are Labour. You are the Communist that brought fear, tyranny and persecution to our country so we don’t want you”. Like the constant name calling in the school ground, or a constant whacking upside the head, it becomes frustrating and finally you explode.

And who is to blame for that explosion? And how can we avoid it?

Personally I cannot trust that party until they fess up to everything and stop glorifying Mintoff and Karmenu. Then, and only then, will I give them the time of day.

Actually, Thatcher derived her power not from the metals, but from the leather.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1380065/The-handbag-terrorised-ministers-Margaret-Thatchers-famous-black-Asprey-bag-auction.html

Another incident which could also have had tragic results, and that happened just after the 1987 election, was the targeting of a tourist bus on its way to the airport, probably by the same snipers that shot at Eddie Fenech Adami in Zejtun.

Another socialist know it all, who was around at the time, is Lino Spiteri. The man didn’t have the decency to resign, like the more decent Micallef Stafrace and Abela did, when socialist thugs were running riot unchecked and the police were busy framing people.

He now he has the nerve to moralise and pontificate on the art of resignation and a hundred and one other topics.

Joseph Muscat, fragile flower that he is, got goose pimples listening to the Sliema mayor’s voice, recorded illicitly by presumably an expert at underhand maneuvering.
Veru wiccu w l- qadba tal-qorti…..