Italy finally has a leader. Soft spoken, moderate by example and capable to decision, he managed to undermine the public’s allergy to cheap politicians and their endless talk.

Latest poll gave him 80% approval.

Berlusconi’s fading away, Grillo’s in an ideological rut and Renzi, supposedly the whizz kid, rendered redundant.

To think he wasn’t even party leader, originally demochristian.

I wonder how far in advance of the S&P upgrade Nair had arrived in Columbia with his strategies?

Didn’t we get something similar lately? On the basis of what?

http://www.aljazeera.com/news/europe/2013/10/italy-hold-state-funeral-after-shipwreck-2013109103846562261.html

Brilliant. Must be loads of fun for you Daphne.

Keep up your excellent work.

Hear, hear

Laburista detector? I know it’s not your thing, but try doing a little tour of the ‘Dar Centrali’. Even there they won’t mention your name. It’s “certu bloggers”.

[Daphne – Oh those are the ones who voted Labour or didn’t vote in this election. Do you imagine I don’t know who they are? They’re the Laburisti who think they’re Nationalist because their parents were and that’s how they were raised. They really have no idea that politics is not like a band club. Franco Debono is the prime example, Jeffrey PO another one: proper Laburisti in character, personality, attitude, beliefs and sentiment, who thought they belonged to some club called PN. But under pressure, the real truth came out. They don’t like me because I stand for everything they don’t believe in – the same reason Laburisti don’t like me.]

The Nationalist hierarchy loath you. They don’t see you as one of their own.

[Daphne – Now, now, let’s not go over the top. Some loath me, others like me, some even like me too much. And it has nothing to do with politics, either. As for me, I tend to be indifferent. I am not a politician and consider their feelings to be their problem, not mine.]

They never listened to you and did the exact opposite. Now they’re in opposition. And you saw it all coming (and I don’t mean just the electoral defeat). And yet to them you’re still The Other One.

[Daphne – That’s exactly the way it should be, H. P.]

It has worked wonders in detecting switchers, pseudo-Nationalists and undercover Labourites.

Just walk up to a bunch of them (usually easy to spot, and preferably in public) and confidently say loudly: “Allura, did you read DAPHNE today?” Squirms and general awkwardness guaranteed.

Cruel perhaps, but interesting to watch them mumble and grumble whilst doing their utmost NOT to mention your name.

[Daphne – It’s even more fun for me, Crockett. I am a walking, talking switcher/Laburist/a detector. People ask how I can be sure within seconds of meeting somebody how that person votes. Isn’t it obvious how I know? By their reaction to meeting me, by the way they address me, and by the expression on their face. I even know how shop assistants, policemen, wardens, waiters and all manner of service people vote in precisely this way. It’s absolutely fail-safe.]

That would be a considerable improvement .

“it seems that our dear PM will soon have to jettison Nair”

But can he?

Besides, to retain decorum one must first have it.

Amen to that.