Michelle Muscat goes out of her way to make the point that ‘females’ are half-wits
'Madonna, Joe! Dik wirdiena?' 'Le, Mich, dak Kurt Farrugia. Ghamel dieta u tghidx kemm nizel.'
Is Michelle Muscat really a flibbertigibbet, or is it just an act she likes to put on after watching far too many Marilyn Monroe films and trying to get the get the simpering/crinkled eye look right?
Every time I listen to her speak, I want to curl up and die (and no doubt, her many supporters just wish I would do that). In a land where women are routinely treated like incompetent, helpless half-wits, she does nothing to rescue the reputation of what The Times and the General Workers Union call ‘females’.
After sitting with Simone Cini on Super One today (see previous post) to discuss the price of cabbages and gbejniet and how she now thinks twice about making soppa tal-armla for Joseph, Etoile and Soleil (this when a cabbage and a couple of cheeses cost a lot less than a set of false eyelashes and a lipstick, and certainly incomparably less than the fees at San Anton School or the cost of running their two very large cars), she is probably gearing up for another embarrassing official engagement like that of a few days ago.
Mrs Future Prime Minister was asked to speak at the Paola primary school, where she cunningly failed to mention that she considers state primary schools not good enough for the likes of Soleil and Etoile, daughters of the Great Socialists, who must instead be sent to San Anton School for the price of considerably more than a cabbage, even though it means she can’t drive them there wearing her rollers because the other parents are, taf int, puliti (a quote from another Super One TV appearance).
Instead, she spoke to her Paola primary school audience of news reporters, mayors and teachers, during the launch of a set of children’s books about animals, about Soleil and Etoile’s tortoise, Pommy, and about how she hates cockroaches so much that she kills them.
Mention Pommy by all means. It adds a personal touch. But make it a note in passing in the midst of something more substantial. As for the cockroaches….please.
If reporters dealt with Labour the way they deal with gOnzIpN, the headline on the news portals that day would have been: “I hate cockroaches and kill them,” says Labour leader’s wife.
Blethering fool. What next, to round off the stereotype? “When I see a mouse, I stand on a chair and scream for my husband”?
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I share your pain. Joseph Muscat doesn’t do much for the reputation of Maltese men either.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LLnMK_n_1bM
Oh, I see the neo-liberal statist is still wallowing in intellectual gossip… Or is this a parody? Stenna, ta, ha naqraha…
It’s about Michelle, Joseph, Etoile and Soleil. How sweet. And cockroaches, mice and gOnzIpN too. Nice. I like mice too, especially Hairman Van Rompus.
[Daphne – Sorry if this touched a sore spot, Kevin. I’m guessing you’re the one who screams and stamps on the cockroaches at home, whike Sharon socialises with them.]
Yes, Kevin, that Alyona is indeed very fruitsome.
Hey Kevvy! Happy to see you back, writing more inanities, (or would that be insanities).
So you like mice, quite understandable, since you appear to be the ‘mouse of the house’. Do you wear pants under that apron?
Speaking of socialising, I saw your favourite (6th) Emmeepee in parliament this afternoon. I tried to eavesdrop as he passed by but all I could hear was “il-veru tal-ostja…” so I gathered he was referring to your running blog notepad commentary thingie here.
@Baxxter – fruitsome? Imhatra you’re a chubby ass with thick black-framed specs and a 70s nerdy hairdo…
@Purdie – I certainly can’t argue with a professional bullshitter who’s mastered all forms of inanities.
I can hardly be a chubby ass if I’m leading the crusade against fat f**ks in Malta. No, I’m thin and ugly in a Clinton Paul sort of way. And 1970s hairdos are in at the moment. As are thick black-framed specs.
You’re reaching, Kevvy. Go dry the dishes.
Baxxter – that would be 66/100. Had I added ‘pseudo-intellectual’ I would have been 75% correct.
[Daphne – Re your ‘nice editing’ remark: he actually lives and works in Malta. Try to keep up, will you.]
You wrote:
“Instead, she spoke to her Paola primary school audience of news reporters, mayors and teachers, during the launch of a set of children’s books about animals, about Soleil and Etoile’s tortoise, Pommy, and about how she hates cockroaches so much that she kills them.”
I can’t see a Labour leader in Australia having a tortoise with the name of Pommy, mate.
‘Women’s Day’ was made for women (or females) like her. I am a woman, but I find the need of having a day dedicated to women rather degrading.
Not degrading but patronizing.
Hafja miskina, Mrs Muscat.
She thinks that if she speaks with a familiar tone (cabbage, gbejniet, waxxin maxin etc.) she can reach out to the “lower class”. What she does not reveal is that she does not even respect the little intelligence they have, let alone the situation they live in.
Michelle is on Suoer One again taking about il-problemi fit-toroq u li dawk huma il-problemi li “ittihom f’ghajnhom..biex inkun ghidtha bil-Malti”