Because he does not really know what Margaret Thatcher stood up to; anything about the PL and Muscat is just glitter and superficiality.

I’ve found nothing profound there.

That explains those chatterboxes who love the sound of their voices so much that they pollute our ears.

Yes, but not with that smelly green monk robe (as in the picture).
He’ll have to wear his “Red Star chiffon evening gown, with his face softly made up.”

Do you think we’ll ever see him with his “fair hair gently waved”, ciccio?

Spot on. It started off the moment Joseph was elected, when the majority of the media was reluctant to say anything unsavoury lest it be considered intolerant. At one point the PN itself felt the need to go slow in it’s criticism.

Joseph was only too pleased, and did his very best to delude himself, and his followers, into believing that this privilege is something owed to the country.

Little did they realise they’d fall for it themselves, thinking it would suffice. If a week in politics is long, imagine four years without a comprehensive policy package.

Come to think of it, we used to be treated to a film on a Tuesday afternoon. I’ll never forget the hurrahs when in The Trail of the Pink Panther, Joanna Lumley is shown around the Clouseau winery, with the grapes being pressed by girls in their birthday suits inside huge vats.

Joseph and Franco would have been preps.

Can you imagine il-Qattus,il-Qahbu,it-Toto and il-Botom practising Joe’s new religion?

True, but with one major difference.

The birds reacted gently and lovingly to St Francis’ preaching and not frantically as Labour’s usual mob reacts when listening to all the lies, innuendoes and false accusations spewing from the sewer mouths of their brilliant leaders and the likes of Joe DG, AST, Joe G, Varist B, et al, all remnants of the 70s and 80s.

We must fight fire with fire since that is the only language they understand, perhaps.