Excuse me while I address Jeffrey one last time: “Now just bugger off to Labour with Mrs Pullicino (Orlando) I and II.”
The twisted midget leaves parliament with his Labour friends
The Pollypocket Toothpuller has posted on Facebook an old photo of himself leaving parliament and tells us that “it is a pity this administration had to end the way it did” and that it’s all because of “the lack of team spirit in the PN parliamentary group”.
You don’t say.
“It has been an honour representing my constituents for four legislatures. I would like to thank them for the trust they showed in me,” the twisted midget wrote.
Yes, and he took that trust and wiped his poxy withered little arse with it, then gave it to the scheming opportunist with whom he shares his bed to take as a token of homage to her Labour Party, with their reward to be collected at the end of the race.
I speak now as one of the thousands of constituents you betrayed, you physical and moral midget, a consummate failure in life, love, dentistry and politics: Just bugger off into your Labour sunset and your miserable, messed-up life, and try not to hit the bottle every night, because others before you have drunk themselves to death for far less than you have done.
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And you of all people have every right to be angrier than others in his regard.
And I’m not being sarcastic at all.
I watched him being interviewed while leaving the parliament building and one could tell that he had consumed quite a few Earl Greys at Jubilee bar in Gzira before going to parliament. He was not even able to mutter more than two words. How embarrassing to end up like that.
Never tried it, but always wondered what it felt like to be offensive and personal, whether it calmed a person down or worked him/her up even more.
I’m somehow fascinated, perverse as this may sound, at your ability to hit where it hurts. And it wouldn’t be just your target that gets the blow, but any other reader who’s himself/herself a shorty or worse still a dwarf.
Macchiavellian indeed.
[Daphne – I have no problem with short people, or even tiny ones. One of my grandmothers was around 4’10” and one of my sisters is under 5′. I have plenty of short friends, acquaintances and work colleagues and I don’t even notice their height. Lack of height only becomes noticeable when it is clearly a serious problem for the men involved (women are not bothered, largely because smallness in women is desirable in a Mediterranean culture, and also because women can wear five-inch heels all the time) and affects their behaviour and their personality in a negative way. They compensate for their perceived invisibility by extreme attention-seeking or ‘large’ behaviour. Jeffrey is clearly a case in point. You can tell by the way he walks and holds himself that being small – not just short, but actually small as in petit – is a very real problem for him. He squares and raises his shoulders to an unnatural angle, he raises his chin, he draws himself up and he walks with a curious jerking gait that is the result of holding his spine too rigid, his shoulders too high and his chin so far up that he can’t reasonably see where he is going. He is really, spectacularly small, and you have to see him in real life to know this. It is obviously a key source of his many deep-rooted anxieties and insecurities.]
Hear, hear Daphne!
And so say all of us.
It’s the type of adieu that he deserves for his twisted ‘loyalty’ to his (sic) party and constituents.
Moreover, well done for your excellent psychological intuition.
I’m quite short and petit, but Daphne’s comments didn’t hurt me in the least. I actually agree with her, that some men really let their height and small size affect them.
I want to join-in the chorus of offensive adjectives toward this dishonest midget. I feel as if he ‘stole’ my vote. If only Gordon Pisani informed us before how deceitful and cheating he was.
After toasting Mintoff’s death in August, yesterday I toasted the end of this contemptible creature and others like him.
Whenever I see this dwarf, makes me remember the, architects and MEPA officials who have been interrogated and brought in court because of Mistragate.
What a time these people and their families had to pass, because of his lies.
I hope that Labour government will not be an accomplace to ruin Mistra by giving him a permit for a Disco. He always mention what he did for San Gwann Cathedral, but he never mention Mistra. Mur u hallina ja qaddieb.
Why are you such a legend, DAPHNE? Ahahhahahahahahha, couldn’t have put it better.
Hux veru legend? Daphne, kieku taf kemm int mahbuba mill-generazzjoni tieghi.
Dan traditur ghal dawk il kostitwenti li dahak bihom, ragel ta’ sitt habbiet. Mur inheba.
B`dawn il kummenti banali kollha mhux ta b`xejn telaqna.
While endorsing every single word you wrote Daphne, please may I extend my unmitigated disdain, loathing and derision to the little shit who took me and thousands of others for a ride when he convinced us to vote for him.
I will refrain from making my true feelings for this son of a bitch known because this is not the right forum to do so.
Thank you, Daphne, for being so able and willing to channel all our frustrations, aches and pains in such a lucid way on your blog.
I thought this was a family blog?