Published: August 20, 2012 at 10:22pm

May you rot in hell, you couple of heinous bastards.

I’m sticking this to the front page for a while so that you can scroll through the comments beneath. Twenty-five years of what we thought was normality, and then we find that the younger Labour generation are still rancid Mintoffjani, just as awful as their fathers and grandfathers who burned down The Times, sacked Eddie Fenech Adami’s home, created general mayhem and, above all, voted Labour in 1981, 1987 and 1992, when it was a clear demonstration of cracked thinking to do so (it still is, but those years were the absolute worst).

What is it going to take – another 10 generations?

….but quite frankly, the saints will probably go marching OUT once he walks in.

How very considerate of Mr Mintoff to make this one of my best birthdays ever.

Now excuse me while I rush out to celebrate.

I don’t speak ill of the dead and ordinarily I would consider any such behaviour to be totally crass, but in this case I have to make an exception.

This is the man without whom my life and the lives of those around me would have been completely different. Malta would have been completely different. It would have been so much better.

Dom Mintoff was appalling and hateful, an absolute sociopath, Malta’s Muammar Gaddafi, and let’s not be hypocritical and pretend otherwise just because he’s finally popped his worn-out, miserable clogs.

He should count himself lucky he died in his bed and not like his godawful friend across the water, which is what he truly deserved.

Let’s leave the hypocrisy and the panegyrics and the false rewriting of history to the Mintoffjani and the mealy-mouthed.

Of course, this probably means that his weasel of a daughter will be elected on a rush of sympathy and misplaced sentiment. But we’ll worry about that later.