Piss off, Joe.

Ugh – I’d prefer to starve

Hallejtu l-Malta pajjiz tat-tielet dinja wara 16-il sena taht il hakma tal-Labour tieghek.

Lilna gibtuna fqar. Ohti ghadha tarbija ta’ ftit xhur u il-grocer ta’ hdejna qalli f’wicci, “M’ghandix halib ghalikhom ghax inthom Nazzjonalisti.”

U dan mhux l-uniku incident.

Insejtu zmienek, zibel.

Nirrah titilfu din l-elezzjoni forsi zzarmaw darba ghal-dejjem, u minflok dak il-bini tal-hgieg jittellaw appartamenti bil-lapida ‘Hawnhekk ghexu tal-Labour, li ilhom ma jkunu fil-poter minn 1998 sa 2018 – R.I.P. Min jghid ir-regna materna quddiem din il-lapida jinhafrulu dnubietu.’

Dad lost his job in the 80s. I had one pair of shoes called Sanga which were passed on to me by my sister.

School outings were my nightmare whenever they came up cause Mum couldn’t send me, to save on extra costs, so she used to put the money aside to buy me school books instead.

I had one school bag which was expensively bought from the only bag shop in Valletta.

I was brought up deprived, I lived deprived, and I surely know what living in deprivation means.

No, Mr Grima, many families were truly poor under your beloved Labour government. I came from one of them.

In his political heyday, life was good. Very, very good. For him and those very few that made up Labour and friends.

That bubble and its very generous perks went pop in 1987, and JG and Co. were no longer “more equal than others”.

Almost every word he says is gospel truth, seen from his perspective.

In his political heyday, life was good. Very, very good. For him and those very few that made up Labour and friends.

That bubble and its very generous perks went pop in 1987, and JG and Co. were no longer “more equal than others”.

Almost every word he says is gospel truth, seen from his perspective.

Insejt, sur Grima? Bil-haqq, ir-Raffles ghadu takhom?