Professor Godfrey Pirotta
Ara min irid jitkellem: bniedem ikrah wahx bhalu. Trid tkun iddisprata biex tmissu anke b'xi bargepole.
Labour Party guru Professor Godfrey Pirotta, on Facebook:
I find it really interesting as to how many women piece writers focus their attention on Joseph Muscat. Big Bertha Sulllivan does it every month. I suppose this fits with her cycle. Others do it every day and they are probably in their menopause. And today it was Caroline Galea in The Times who joined the act. I am sure that their is some Freudian explanation for all this. Oh the tricks that hormones play on us!!!!
How are such people even permitted to graduate from the University of Malta, let alone be given a professorship?
The man can’t even distinguish between their and there, and that is quite apart from his inappropriate behaviour.
By OTHERS, I assume he means me, because I appear to be the only person in the world whose name the Labour Party’s assorted freaks cannot bring themselves to pronounce.
For a while back there, I was in Muammar Gaddafi’s company, but now that he’s safely dead, I am solitary in this respect.
No, Professor Pirotta, I am not menopausal. Bad luck, eh? Now you’re going to have to find another explanation for the fact that I can’t stand your inept and vicious lot. Hmmm, odd: I’ve forgotten how your people dismissed me when I was in my 20s and 30s. Ah yes, PMT.
I suggest you ask your wife for a biology lesson about women. Mrs Sullivan (two Ls, Professor Pirotta) is my senior, not my junior, so you have got your insults the wrong way round. And she’s not at all big, but rather the contrary.
But big, when Labour is talking about women, equals stupid and mad, while small indicates sharp and on the ball. That, of course, might be because Professor Pirotta is yet another midget-man. These islands are full of them. Fortunately, they’re not all spiteful and stupid like he is. And some of them can spell.
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Which ugly God created this man in his image?
Mela qatt ma rajnha lil DCG jew. Mhux ta’ b’xejn qatt ma titfa xi ritratt taghha.
[Daphne – God, you’re a fool, Boris. You imagine that just because you have never seen me, nobody else has, either. Go back to your village.]
Obviously this jerk never visits The Malta Independent site where Daphne’s picture accompanies her articles.
He must subscribe to l-orizzont, Illum, it-Torca and watches only One TV and listens to Radio One where her name is never mentioned. Maybe it’s because they have a pronunciation problem beyond handling names like Mary Mifsud or Joseph Muscat.
Maybe Pirotta was a student-worker when entry into University depended on whether you supported Labour and got extra points for doing so.
I see that Jospeh Aquilina is still calling himself “Stanley J A Clews” – to try to make himself believe he is British.
Talk about complexes!
[Daphne – That’s his business, Martin. Everybody called Sullivan is actually Ellul Sullivan and everyone called Marich is actually Rizzo Marich. My husband’s surname (and my children’s) would actually be Caruana, and Yana Mintoff is actually Joan Bland. Jeffrey Pullicino Orlando is really Jeffrey Pullicino, which is why his wife’s name, before she divorced him, was Marlene Pullicino and not Marlene Pullicino Orlando. And in any case, his grandfather was not Orlando but Orlando Smith. I could go on, but I won’t bother. You’re such a boring man.]
And Marich was a Slav named Maric.
[Daphne – I know. My maternal grandmother was Nelly Rizzo Marich. The original Marich/Maric had no children, and he left his business to his employee, Rizzo, on condition that he append his name to his own. Unfortunately for him, batches of daughters seem to be rule throughout the family, even those branches which do not have the surname, so that didn’t work out too well.]
Pity the shop went out of business. It had a great smoking-room giving on to the Palace Square.
[Daphne – Yes, I have quite a nice drawing of it, with turbanned members of an Indian regiment and women in faldettas standing outside. Well, you know what I said about the preponderance of girls. My great-grandfather had three daughters and two sons. He died when they were toddlers and infants, and the sons died in infancy. My great-grandmother then became more or less dependent on her father, Raphael Caruana Dingli, and that was that. Which is just as well, really, given how well I think of smoking.]
Is that a Mohican gone bad?
Waqgha f’livell baxx hafna biex jiprova jirbah argument,gifa.
Who is Godfrey Pirotta? Is he real?
I believe he’s a university lecturer. It doesn’t say much for the state of affairs there.
Maaaa!! Maaaaa!!! A university lecturer????
Ma tistax taghti minn dak li ma ghandekx!!!
[Daphne – Calm down, Philip. I sympathise, but let’s not get too excited.]
So besides that stupid smile he is also very short.
… and quite obviously ugly.
Peress li fi zmien is-socjalisti id-degree kienet karta tal-incova, ma nissorpredix ruhi li tawh il-professorat b’xejn jew b’xi ‘direct order’…
No – when he was a boy he was the inspiration for Herbert from the Bash Street Kids
sorry – ‘Erbert
Professor of what? Once I made a terrible mistake and thought that only Prof. Joe Pirotta had that surname at UoM.
Big Bertha hej! I don’t know Ms. Sullivan physically, but even if she were huge, fact is Joseph Muscat is dangerously ambitious and has a peanut for a brain (to quote Blackadder). Needless to say, this combination is lethal. Fact is, only women seem to have the guts to call a spade a spade.
Pathetic, coming from a so-called university professor.
Freud would have nothing to do with this.
This is blatant sexism, male chauvinism. Misogyny.
All betraying a full-blown male climacteric.
I wonder when he last had his testosterone level checked.
It is a pity because there is male HRT too for those who need it.
How very progressive – the only reason they have a problem with women like you is because you actually have a brain unlike the journalists, councillors etc Labour is used to.
He also got extra points for being a postman.
Isn’t this the same Prof. Godfrey Pirotta who wrote and published that dismal book “Malta’s Parliament – an official history” in 2006? It was, I guess, intended to be an objective book about parliamentary democracy in Malta.
It turned out to be a partisan, none-too-subtle jaqq apology for ‘the golden years’.
I have read plenty of mediocre, incompetent, highly-biased junk in my life, but for unscholarly, pretentious, politically-driven drivel, few books will ever hope to compete with this.
What is sad is not the book in itself (Godfrey Pirotta…what do you expect?), but the fact that this awful political travesty was subsidized by the Maltese taxpayer – commissioned by a Nationalist Speaker of the House as an ‘official publication’.
We all paid Godfrey Pirotta to paint Maltese parliamentary democracy red, and make that failure sound like an achievement.
when i see this i know that a choice does not exist in the next election.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBxs5VlWsAY&feature=youtu.be
Should stick to selling fishing rods.
That’s Carmel Pirotta – non centra un c* * * * di niente, and not funny either.
@ Mr Stanley J A Clews, Wayne Hewitt, A Charles and the rest of your band of pathetic sycophants.
When you manage to match up with Professor Godfrey Pirotta’s scholarship and academic contribution with his publications, you might be taken seriously. Otherwise shut up and hide.
[Daphne – I thought his history of the public service in 19th-century Malta spectacularly weak. The public service during that period was built on extensive and inter-married family networks, which Professor Godfrey failed to identify because, well, he wouldn’t know what they were, coming as he does from an inferior sort of background. He probably thought he kept coming across the surname ‘Vella’, for instance, because it’s one of Malta’s most common, and not because they were all brothers, uncles and cousins, and they actually were the ‘Casolanisti’ he talks about while being frustratingly unable to unearth more than one or two with that surname. I have the extended family tree information he requires for his research, but I’ll put a rocket up his pants before I give it to him. He’s a hopeless scholar, really inadequate.]
Actually, Daphne, he didn’t graduate from the University of Malta. I think he got his degrees from Bath.
I just love the way the owner of the blog throws the little doggies a bone and they all start fighting over it.
[Daphne – And I just love the way you can’t get enough of me, sad man. Or rather, I really don’t. You’re creepy, like those nerdy boys back in the day who worked on the assumption that they might as well be nasty about you because there was no way you’d go out with them.]
Typical Godfrey. He’s always been self-righteous. He looks down on all undergraduates and appoints himself the champion of women and social justice. Then he reminds everyone that he has an Oxford education and has written many volumes of academic works. You’ve been spared his fake humility:
“Well my comment was light-hearted and not nasty at all. Cutting perhaps, but no more. But I wanted to highlight in a joking way how repetitive and boring this exercise by these ladies is getting to be. Their writings take up valuable newspaper space and if I was the editor I would send them a little note asking them to write something a bit more original or not to write any more. They write nothing about issues of substance but personal attacks on individuals. This of course may be a measure of their intellectual grasp of issues touching the economy, politics and society. This is probably because they hold no qualifications in the social sciences and given that they only hold undergraduate degrees their education has remained at a superficial level. But there are life and death issues in our society and you would think that piece writers worth their salt will be aware of them and able to comment on them. For example the increasing number of people who have to go cap in hand to seek assistance for cancer treatments. I know people who have to pay 3700 euros for one cycle of cancer pills and they require five or six cycles. Is this not a bigger issue than any individual considering the alarming increase in the disease? And these women writers rather than focusing on individuals wouldn’t they do their sex a service if they were to investigate how this issue affects women in Malta considering the high rate of breast cancer? Hence my allusion to Freud to indicate the lack of substance in their contributions and an obsession bordering on sychizophrenia. The beauty of an Oxford education is that they teach you to extract the substance of a substantive article within one minute. Their articles are so predictable that they require only a glance, if I remember to give them that glance. Most of the time I do not even devote that split second time-phase. I just pass on. In fact if one has to go back to see what they wrote twenty years ago one will find that all one needs to do is change Joseph Muscat’s name for that of Alfred Sant. In twenty years they have written nothing new and nothing worth reading. You could actually change the names of the contributors around and no one will notice. It is obvious that they have been given a task – to write as much as they can in favour of the PN and against Labour – and a plot to rubbish the leadership of the PL. They are part of a chorus and they sing from the same score. No originality. And what about their claim to be regarded as journalists? Do you think they will be employed by a serious newspaper like the Financial Times or The Guardian for example? The Sun more likely. They lack the intellectual substance for the task. They are incapable of engaging in open debate on serious issues and they try to cover their weakness by being nasty, a talent easily acquired by some one with a low IQ. In fact they never take part in debates with the people they try to rubbish because their inadequacy will be publicly exposed. Their contributions appeal only to the ignorant who do not know any different and who give them adulation because they articulate the nastiness in their own hearts. I think if people want to know whether what I have said myself is valid or not I suggest a simple exercise. Run a search under their names in Google Scholar and see if you can find one international publication under name or citations by international writers of their works. Now that is a demonstration of substance.”
Daphne, all these comments in support of women seem to be coming from men. Don’t women read your blog, or is it a case of women being women’s worst enemies?
[Daphne – The majority of comments on this blog are always from men, whatever the subject. I have no way of knowing whether most of those who read this website are men, but I suspect so. It has never been any different with my newspaper columns. I think the real reason is that fewer women than men read and take an interest in things.]
I don’t think that’s the case. My mum for one is an avid reader and has me look up the latest on your blog when I haven’t already beaten her to it.
Perhaps its more likely that, and here I’ll risk a generalisation, most women prefer to keep their thoughts within a friend-and-family context rather than display them through comments on a blog.
[Daphne – No, Gordon, honestly, believe me. Most women my age don’t read or take an interest in current affairs. I would know this, through direct experience as I’m speaking about my contemporaries here. If your mother is my age, and she probably is, then she is an exception. The older the generation, the worse it gets. Apparently, it’s pretty bad among younger generations too, but there, or so I hear, lack of interest in current topics actually spans the gender divide.]
She’s actually older, in her late 60s. I would have thought that apathy gets worse the younger a person is in the current Maltese context, especially as the current student generation, typically the ones to become active in all kinds of causes including politics and civil rights when the situation calls for it, were born and raised during good times and therefore have no real cause to fight for, at least not for the moment – the situation is likely to change within 5 years.
My generation (I’m 35) was brought up over a transition period when Malta shifted from bad times (when, among other ills, church schools were closed and lessons had to be held clandestinely – albeit for a short while – and life in quasi-communism was not so good) to pretty good times under a progressive pro-economy and relatively-free market government.
Having experienced a bit of both types I gather my generation at least and perhaps my mother’s maintain an interest in politics.
Given the way the situation seems to be evolving in Malta and the world the pendulum is likely to shift back soon although, hopefully, this time it will not be that bad because the Maltese economy has been built on relatively solid foundations (our relative risk-aversion in the banking sector is paying off) compared to other Mediterranean countries which are currently beginning to go through pretty bad times, though it will be somewhat worse than where we are today.
The younger generations might pick up such an interest and eventually become active in socio-economic movements as they start to feel the pinch.
It could also be that if we had to comment about the drivel that a lot of men talk about women, we’d waste most of our lives giving them the attention they so desire when they pass these stupid and insulting comments.
Frankly, I find I have better things to do with my life than try to correct or argue with idiots.
Prof. Pirotta sounds just like a male chauvinist pig from the 1960s.
Maybe he thinks the sole purpose of a woman is to scrub the skid marks off his boxer shorts.
I get the impression that Professor Pirotta has been hard at work researching the menstrual cycles of his female enemies.
Shall we discuss Professor Godfrey Pirotta’s ability to get it up, given that he thinks these sorts of insults are fine (though not when applied to him)? I heard he’s on Viagra.
This disgraceful Pirotta man is Head of Department of Public Policy at the university.
He gives credit number CLS 1205 entitled Gender and Political Science. I quote from the university website.
‘OBJECTIVES : This unit is intended to help participants to grasp the evolving importance of gender in modern society . . . It is hoped that students would . . be in a better position to integrate gender perspectives at their place of work.
THEMES COVERED: Gender and media images.’
This man is clearly not fit to occupy the position he holds and to lecture in this subject. He is the country’s top academic arbiter on Gender and media images. Sweet holy Jesus.
In an ironic twist this runt has appointed his Labour buddy Helena Dalli as a visiting lecturer in his department.
Now Helena Dalli is shadow minister of Gender Equality.
I am not holding my breath to see Helena commenting on the unacceptable rantings of her boss in her weekly column.
Pirotta should be dealt with by the university. Immediately.
I was once one of his students at University. He’s a nice(ish) chap, as long as you:
– always agree with his strictly red interpretation of modern Maltese history,
– commiserate with him and go along with his interminable sob stories about how he is discriminated against at University (miskin kemm bata), and
– pretend to be impressed whenever he tells you (at least once every lecture) about his University of Oxford days.
He also happens to be Prof Joe Pirotta’s brother, whose lectures incidentally were far more interesting and tinged with humour.
Same experience really. His lessons are full of references to Oxford (qisu qatt ma siefer) and how he was discriminated against in the UK and his academic brilliance. There’s no chance in hell he’d let you disagree with him on anything.