Now he tells us that his girlfriend didn’t vote for him
Botox Jeff is busy bickering with somebody on his Facebook wall, because that person had the temerity to tell him that he’ll be fine under Labour – after all, his girlfriend has gone to campaign for Labour again.
Jeffrey’s reaction was to say that she was always Labour and that they have been together for 10 years.
Nice one, Jeff.
So tell me, what was it like campaigning for EU membership and working like a dog – at least, that was what you would have had us believe – to ensure that Alfred Sant wasn’t elected and EU plans funnelled down the spout, all while living with somebody who planned to vote against your dreams and wishes?
Did you do that compartmentalisation thing that men do sometimes when they refuse to face reality? Or did you just go into a permanent state of denial? Or were you just a bloody hypocrite, pretending to be something you were not?
Political sentiment is not like support for football teams: Carmen supports Team Labour and Jeffrey supports Team PN and they watch the match while having fun naughtily rooting for rival teams then sharing a pot of Earl Grey afterwards while commenting on play.
These are matters which, in Malta at least, shape your whole life and your country’s destiny. They are fundamental. By supporting different political parties and voting for them, you are automatically working against each other’s perceived interests and that can never work if even one of them is heavily committed.
A member of parliament is heavily committed – or at least, one owuld hope so though in Jeffrey’s case we were wrong. How can a member of parliament go home every night to a woman or a man who votes against his party, his policies and his interests?
If it works for Jeffrey, then it is quite obviously because he doesn’t care that much about the policies and objectives of the party on whose ticket he has been elected for years. But we know that by now.
His boast that in 2003 he was engaged in a relationship with somebody rooting for Alfred Sant and against EU membership merely confirmed it.
Or did Carmen temporarily abdicate her Laburista sentiments for that brief period, and then resume them? Did she abdicate them again when the Labour leader put a bomb under her boyfriend’s Mistra project?
No wonder, too, that Jeffrey has been drawn completely into sordid Labour social circles (are there any which are not sordid? perhaps, but they are not so evident) composed of people still grubbing around for sex and money as they approach their coffin. Men usually get drawn into their wife’s social orbit and not the other way round.
And while we’re on the subject of wives, it’s time for a pertinent question. Given that the entire country was held hostage to Jeffrey’s much-vaunted desperate desire for a divorce so that he could marry his girlfriend, why is she still, almost a year later, not yet his wife?
He cannot respond with the accusation that we have no right to ask this question, when he was the very one who brought the subject up last year.
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How could she remain a Laburista while seeing all the attacks orchestrated against her beloved Jeffrey prior to the 2008 election?
Jeffrey’s wife (have they divorced yet?) is a Labour MP. She said categorically that she had nothing to do with that saga. Can his girlfriend say the same?
Not really, she was busy marketing apartments next to his nightclub.
His wife made very it clear she had had problems with Sant’s leadership. It was Joseph who leaked what Sant was about to unleash on Jeffrey.
Remember when Joseph specifically thanked Marlene upon being elected?
‘Alla hares ma nibdewx nithaltu minhabba l-politika’
Am I right to say that deep down, JPO is probably a Mintoffjan?
‘Ilna ma’ xulxin 10 snin’ How weird that sounds. The translation of We’ve been together is Ilna flimkien.
Ten years together! Just like me and my dog Bruce.
“Political sentiment is not like support for football teams.” I totally agree. It can cause tension, raise the blood pressure, start with swearing and finish in fist-fights. Political sentiment, on the other hand, leads to a polite exchange of diverse opinions that usually ends with a handshake, or even a hug.
I’ve lived with parents from different political points of views, they’ve had loads of misunderstandings, but what relationship doesn’t have its ups and downs. I can’t understand why two persons cannot live together if they support different parties. It is very unhealthy mentally to be a fanatic and hate anyone who does agree with you. There is no all black or all white in politics. I can still remember the pros and cons of EU memberships, and still don’t know how my parents voted.
[Daphne – Jacky, this is not about two ordinary people living together and holding different political opinions. This is about two halves of a couple, one half with a political career in Party X, the other half heavily invested in Party Y. Party X and Party Y are rivals and each seeks to oust the other. So by definition, these two halves of a couple are working directly against each other’s interests – unless, of course, they’re not. Your parents did not work for political parties or represent them. It is normal for husbands and wives (or boyfriends and girlfriends) to go home to each other at the end of the working day and go over their worries and concerns, trusting the discretion of the other. But these two are holding essential, confidential information about rival parties and either exchanging it at the end of their day, which is bad for the parties they work for, or withholding it from each other, which is bad for them.
I’m glad to hear that you remember the pros and cons of EU membership. That must mean that you have a normal memory, though of course if you were of normal intelligence you would not actually need to remember them but would know them or be able to work them out from our present experience. I am sad for you that your parents didn’t tell you how they voted. I always wonder at such great secrecy in Maltese households. I can’t ever envisage not saying how I vote – I’m perfectly happy to tell the world – let alone hiding it from my own family. Why on earth would anyone want to do that? Were they ashamed of what they’d done, or something? Scared you’d tell on them?]