GUEST POST: JosephMuscatDotCom offers a deluded sense of belonging. And nothing else. It’s the political equivalant of a foam party. I’m Out.
Leo Brincat again? Five years of Herr Flick as cabinet minister? No thanks. Any club he’s in, I want out.
I have just received a ‘personal’ message from Joseph Muscat. It is a glossy brochure listing the proposti ewlenin of Malta Taghna Lkoll.
I didn’t know that we have a political party which goes by that name, though I know very well that the Malta Labour Party is still alive and kicking.
The brochure contains the usual nonsense about this being a roadmap and that we need a change of direction. I couldn’t get past the first page.
In his opening spiel Muscat promises me that Malta will belong to me. Well, not with him in charge, it won’t.
He and his party have a horrendous track record of disregarding rights and freedoms, of looking at the collective rather than the individual, of treating human beings as useful tools in the Great Labour Project, of bypassing official systems of checks and balances (including, as we see from Toni Abela’s reaction to coke-dealing in a Labour club, the police) and of overriding the autonomy and independence of institutions.
Why should I believe they’ll be any different now?
Muscat promises a new middle class. Why? Isn’t the current one good enough for him? Or does he want to be in one middle class while those he considers his inferiors settle themselves into another?
If I’m a worker, I’ll have a job that suits me. I already do, despite the best and worst efforts of his party which wrecked education and ran the economy into the ground.
If I’m in business, he says he’ll let me work. That’s a novel idea only to somone who worshipped at Mintoff’s altar.
If I am old, I’ll be able to live in peace and as comfortably as possible in a community that respects me. Well, what hogwash. You can’t legislate respect into existence, just as you can’t earn it by empty promises, nor prove it with a political campaign that targets the young and spectacularly naive.
He says he’s offering opportunities for study and success. That’s easy for him to say. All possible opportunities are already in place, despite the Malta Labour Party’s best efforts. Most of those opportunities come from EU membership, which Joseph Muscat, by his own admission on Bondi + last night, spent five whole years campaigning against.
What opportunities would he now be offering people in their 20s had he succeeded in denying them an EU passport?
The system isn’t broken, so by claiming he’s going to fix it, what he means is that he’ll disrupt it, with the usual Labour spanner in the works.
He tells me his movement offers aspiration to anyone who wants to get ahead. Yes, I noticed that. He’s created an illusory group that makes people feel they’re in on something big and exciting. But that’s about it. It’s the political equivalent of a foam party.
Yes, I can work out that Malta Taghna Lkoll is the aspirational thing. But people want their aspirations fulfilled, not just acknowledged.
You don’t put food on the table with the short-lived adrenalin of a deluded sense of belonging. And if Joseph Muscat wants to keep that sense of belonging, he’s going to have to turn Labour into a religious sect, with himself as the new Jim Jones.
We don’t elect movements to government. We elect parties, parties with principles and a clear idea of what they stand for. If joining the Labour Party and Being In is the only way to get ahead, then he really is just a throwback to his own Mintoffian past.
What are they ‘in’ – the klikka ta’ Joseph?
Muscat says that, for him, Malta doesn’t belong to anyone in particular. It doesn’t belong to a clique or to any individual politician or to a party. That time is over, he says. I couldn’t agree more, which is why I don’t vote Labour.
It’s no thanks to him or to his cronies at the Malta Labour Party that Malta is now a normal place where we can speak freely and make our own way through life, education and work unhindered and without fear.
And that’s why he can stuff his hollow battle cries, though I’ll be graceful and not specify where. I’ll do as he says. I’ll vote for the changes we need. I’m voting PN.
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Every time I see the guy on telly, he never answers a question – and when he does, it’s always in a roundabout way that skirts but does not address the issue. Other times he says things which are inconsistent, which may or may not be outright lies, though I guess only he could be sure of that.
The latest thing on the ‘drugs in Labour Party clubs’ case beggars belief. So he has turned a ‘blokka bajda’ into a ‘blokka silg’?
I mean, does he *really* think we are *THAT* stupid?
And that Toni Abela should get so hot under the collar about someone cutting up a block of ice? And that someone should get fired for that? Unbelievable!
And we are supposed to also believe that, when he was asked if he knew about drugs in a Labour club, he was thinking about a specific club (even though none was mentioned.
Indeed the PN stated that they did not know which club this related to)? Yeah, right! It was only when he was cornered that he came out with this cock-and-bull story that he was thinking of the Attard club and not the Safi club, where yes, as it happens, he did know about an incident… Oh, for heaven’s sake!
You call him a fake. To me, fake is an understatement. He is a figment of his own imagination, and my guess is that he believes his own fibs.
Bondi+ yesterday was revealing, notably the final part.
Lou faced an individual who was trying to sow doubt and even more of its elaboration. Joseph isn’t even aware of the law of this land.
He looked out for Lou’s approval, being the salesman, something Sant definitely didn’t.
It was uncanny yesterday, both familiar and pathetic in forcefulness conjunctively. Joseph relies elsewhere for logic and conclusive discourse, unlike his predecessor.
The buck won’t stop with him.
Spot on, as usual. How people do not see through this man and his empty promises, I have no idea.
The only consolation is when (and not if) we go down, we will ALL go down.
Undecided voters need only remember a couple of lines from the 1996 and 2003 electoral campaigns which Joseph Muscat supported wholeheartedly, as he admitted on Bondi+ yesterday:
“Gvern Gdid Laburista inehhi l-VAT.”
“Partnership – l-Ahjar Ghazla.”
Talking about Leo Brincat, I know that he only wants my vote but does not really care about my country, Malta.
Before the last election, his minders knocked on every door in our street and we all waited for him to turn up.
I wanted to ask him about education, health, and especially the EU which he and his colleagues fought to keep Malta from joining.
But he walked into my home, looked past me as if I didn’t exist, stood in the middle of my drawing-room, looked around to see if there was a voter in the house, then turned and left without uttering a single syllable.
Because I obviously do not look Maltese, he saw me as a waste of his time.
If he had good manners, if he was not so transparently vote-searching, I might have given him the benefit of doubt and believed that he wanted my vote because he cared and wanted Malta to be a better country.
I might have given more thoughts about whether he deserved my vote and the votes of my family and friends.
His appalling behaviour convinced me that a vote was the only thing he cared about, to hell with the rest, including decency and good manners.
I would never trust anyone like that to look after my children, my children’s future and to run my country. Would you trust him?
He needed to hurry because his clockwork must have been about to run out.
Malta taghna lkoll has a lot of this in it:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=29Mg6Gfh9Co