John Dalli – what was he thinking?

The prime minister (right) with a piece of lying, backstabbing scum scraped off the heel of somebody's shoe

First Jeffrey ropes him in for last Tuesday on the understanding that, as a failed leadership candidate, rival of Lawrence Gonzi, prisoner in Brussels and all-round embittered old man, he’s going to join him in an all-out bitchfest and kvetch festival which will then have the two of them depicted as heroes in the media.

And because bitterness and resentment are poor counsellors, Dalli goes along with it.

Then he fixes up his video-conference link and begins to whine. And whine. And apparently, whine some more. And you know, his website was hacked.

And after all this whining, his interlocutors ask: does this have anything to do with Richard Cachia Caruana?

And John Dalli says: No.

I would have paid a great deal to have been able to see JPOS’s face. But I would have paid even more for a ticket to see Franco Debono fooling around pretending to photograph JPOS with his magic smartphone that rings even when it’s off, while JPOS lost his fake cool and asked for Debono’s smartphone to be sequestered and checked for illicit images of him poncing about before the PN executive with what he called his “presentation” – as in “naghmel il-presentation tieghi”. I fully expected him to go along with a Powerpoint slideshow full of graphs and large fonts, and one of those pointy sticks.