How embarrassing. I would DIE rather than admit I’m voting for these people.
Well, the fashion for voting Labour didn’t last long, did it?
Admitting you’re voting Labour is now about as fashionable, stylish and good an idea as wearing the silver hipsters you bought around 1995.
What a press conference (live on Super One now). Ugly people. Shifty. Bad people. Slipping and sliding all over the place, trying to get out of their mess.
They might not be corrupt and sleazy (I have to say that for legal reasons) but they sure as hell look like Corrupt and Sleazy from Central Casting.
You just get the feeling that they can’t wait to get their hands on the reins of government so that they can treat it as their personal fiefdom and have one helluva time throwing Jeffrey-and-Carmen-and-Consuelo fancy dress parties at Girgenti and the Auberge de Castille, while raiding the spoils and sallying forth in limos with drivers.
Yuk, yuk and yuk again.
That disgusting old bullfrog, who has spent a long career serving the interests of murderers and drug-dealers and earning the money for his antiques, has now said that he hopes Paul Borg Oliver will be imprisoned for what he wrote about him.
That’s because he didn’t sue him civilly for defamation, but went to the police. Criminal defamation carries the risk of a prison sentence.
Labour’s star candidate trying to jail the secretary-general of the Nationalist Party.
MALTA TAGHNA LKOLL. These bastards never understood free speech or anything about the heat and the kitchen.
Now there’s Joseph’s crescendo voice on Super One, riding over the frightening and unnerving sight of those mindless people with red and white painted faces running through streets as though they’re about to ransack the houses of Enemies of the State.
Partit tal-Gideb u tal-Biza. Scum, the lot of them.
And what’s with this two-hats business? Evarist confused the press yesterday by saying that he was there as a journalist, not a politician. Now here’s Manuel, saying “ha nitkellem ta’ avukat.”
“Maaaaaaa, the Nationalists are so arrogant. We need a change, ta. No, I’m going to vote Labour.” Like hell. Or as the famous T-shirt slogan said last time round, INZ*BBAB.
All those of you who still think that maaaa, it’s really cool to be Labour, bring out your flowered bell-bottoms NOW.
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What is the maximum financial penalty for criminal defamation?
Does it go to the plaintif or the government?
Who decides, a judge or jury?
Thanks.
Good to hear from Mallia’s own mouth that the clock came from his client, “persuna ta’ integrita’ u ta’ l-affari tieghu”.
I think the true story is which policeman leaked the details of the clock to the Labour Party.
I’m no expert about the goings on at Floriana HQ but I would expect that the interrogation of George Farrugia should be highly confidential. Is this the same Labour sympathetic policeman that agreed not to press charges about the blokka silg?
Doesn’t it cross your mind, as it does mine, that George Farrugia, in wanting to get one back on his brothers, and who knew about the clock, mentioned this to his lawyer?
We also know Franco Debono’s agenda. 2+2 situation, if you ask me.
Well, of course, like the party/movement/club they belong to, they all suffer from multiple personality disorder.
In fact can the REAL labour please stand up? Is it the one whose heart bleeds for the weak, the poor, the sick, the emarginated? Is it the one rife with unscrupulous money-toting businessmen/lawyers/accountants ready to pounce on all they can grab? Is it the one trying to be all things to all men? Is it the one full of liars? Or is it the one dripping with the milk of human kindness?
WILL THE REAL LABOUR PLEASE STAND UP?
And, NO, never for one moment, did I entertain the thought that voting labour was suddenly becoming cool. A good look at the so-called switchers was enough to convince me so – who is on the list exactly? Individuals whose egos are so hungry, that they can never ever be cool. People whose ego is a bottomless pit, in fact!! How sad, mela how cool! And they’re being exploited and manipulated in all manners possible. The means justify the end scenario
Ooops! It should read the end justifies the means. I’ve been watching too much Super One.
Where can I get a few of those “Nivvota Labour? INZABBAB” t-shirts? I’d gladly wear it to work.
The switchers are COMING OUT, and it turns out that many of them are Labour anyway, but just kept it conveniently hidden.
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