Forgive me for asking, but exactly what does he do at that gym every day?
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September 2, 2013 at 10:23pm
The prime minister is back from his cruise and back in the saddle. The Department of Information released this photograph today.
If he carries on like this, by the end of these five years he’s going to be wearing Manuel Mallia’s cast-offs.
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His jacket top button is about to pop.
The result of six months of indolence.
40 years of indolence.
..and insolence.
Qisu anke mill-genb qed jihfieflu xaghru.
The hair: Norman conquerer meets Franciscan monk.
On second thoughts, it’s the sewn line on the back of his scalp.
Of this, is our dear leader made.
He resembles a swollen frog.
And he’s greying at the temples! Chortle chortle! Zaghzugh no more!
He’s been bald and fat for ages. Please don’t say you hadn’t noticed.
No, I hadn’t noticed. I had been looking at Joseph through We Need Change goggles, dazzled by his youthful energetic brilliance and his beautiful dashing young wife, the celebrated society beauty Lil Din.
Every morning I’d lift weights in front of a full-length poster of The Leader, for motivation, listening to The Hack speech on my ipod, and every night I’d pull out a dog-eared copy of Style from under my bed and run my eyes over the centrefold.
Then I’d fall asleep with the words of victory echoing inside my head, “Sieg… taghna…heil…ilkoll”.
40 years of indolence, 50 shades of grey.
After seven-day cruise and all that food…
Surely you must realise that this is what is called “well-built” in English. He is so well built that he now looks fat but isn’t. It’s a modern look called “self-indulgent twits running a self-managing, modern and progressive government, that needs no steering as they’re all so busy gobbling from the trough.”
He’s fat. look at those chins.
Some people are simply born to look like peasants because nature, assisted by genetics, has endowed them with certain physical characteristics (not necessarily undesirable) rather than others. That such people manage, notwithstanding their background or the level of education of their parents, to escape the circle they are born in by climbing up the social ladder, is not only acceptable to most, but pretty much the norm these days. And so it should be for we cannot always have our future held ransom by our past.
However, exchanging one set of social chains for another does necessarily alter our physical composition (and when it does so, it is hardly much of an improvement). The fact simply remains that some of us would still look better in peasant’s attire (qalziet imxammar, qmis u beritta) than in an Armani suit.
This is pretty much the case of Joseph Muscat, who has climbed his fair share of ladders.
It’s called a misfit. He just shouldn’t insist on wearing that cut.
Qisu libbsitu l-mara ghall-festa.
If he is not aware of his own increasing body size, then he’s not aware of those around him. Povra Malta
I suspect that while he is at the gym he eats more of that horrible ross il forn that his wife makes.