Ara how najs: they put a salott taht it-tinda
The mega-structure for the prime minister’s press conference last night will apparently be seeing a second use, because they’re set up a kind of drawing-room beneath it this evening.
Coming up next: the Minister of Homeland Security orders the police catering corps to serve water from his wife’s favourite fountain.
Incidentally, I wonder how Louis Grech and Edward Scicluna enjoyed standing silently on either side of the prime minister yesterday like two pillars of salt, as the PM stole the finance minister’s thunder and spoke to the press about the budget himself, taking questions too.
The deputy PM could barely keep upright, resting on his lectern and shifting his weight uncomfortably from one leg to the other. I expected somebody to dash out from the audience with a chair and tell him, “Ha, oqghod bilqeghda.”
Both of them a good bit taller and more long-limbed (despite being in their 60s and old enough to be his father) than the botniJoseph Muscat, they made the perfect book-ends, except that they had to be separated from him by some distance so as to avoid making him look even more dumpy.
The whole thing looked over-orchestrated, false and fascistic, but it is astonishing how easily gulled certain people are by this kind of thing. They’re the sort who unwrap acres of shiny foil from a panettone and then are astonished to find a shrivelled little thing inside.
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Who’s paying for these?
http://www.independent.com.mt/articles/2013-11-05/news/government-embarks-on-billboard-campaign-to-promote-budget-3097526274/
I have a gut feeling the government is paying the Labour Party to rent the billboard structures.
Soon they will be gathering in hundreds to venerate their leader in the tinda. Alleluja the new salvatur ta’ Malta.
Daphne, allow me some space to illustrate how the ‘budget tal-bzulija’ is going to affect two old people who have spent all their lives being ‘bezlin’, working, pennypinching to save what little money they have, and who, in their old age decided to invest in a little apartment to rent out, in order to supplement their pension.
These two people are my parents, so I know very well what I’m talking about – two people who never expected handouts, who never lived in property rented for peanuts or requisitioned from others so they could be comfortable, who never qualified for a ‘plot tal-gvern’ or for social housing accommodation – instead they took out a loan to buy a small piece of land, built it, and there they raised their family.
A short while ago, upon nearing pensionable age, they decided to invest in a little apartment for rental purposes – money in the bank does not yield anything, anyway. Being the honest and law-abiding citizens that they are, they have always declared the meagre earnings they make from rentals. They never complained about it. But what my father found most despicable in yesterday’s speech was the Stasi-like approach in which the government is seeking to ‘enforce’ the collection of tax from rented property – by pitting neighbour against neighbour, tenant against landlord, friend against friend.
We all know that the only way the government ‘enforces’ its measures is through inspections and through reports received. How are they going to ensure that all people who have rented property are indeed going to declare their earnings, unless they are expecting people to report occurrences in neighbours’ properties?
And who is going to enforce this measure with respect to well-known supporters of the Labour Party who made their money in real estate, and who rent out the property they never managed to sell?
Some kind of typical PL barter deal, perhaps? Guy puts up the tinda at his own expense, utilising the services of some PL blue-eyed boy. Guy then gets to display his settijiet tas-salott in Valletta’s main square for X number of days for free and also gains Y kudos with the PL for eventual encashment at some opportune time.
[Daphne – Better not say ‘guy’ as people will think you mean the tourism minister.]
It’s like one of those Turner Prize-winning installations where people live in a transparent house, bollock naked, while a largely sceptical public looks on.
Joseph iridek tnemmes.
I think we are set to see an episode or episodes from Orwell’s Animal Farm being played under that tent tonight, or regularly during the coming week/s.
The Minister announced yesterday that the banning of animals from Maltese circuses will be subjected to a White Paper to be issued later next year, so for the foreseeable future, animal circuses will be legal.
You got it all wrong.
This will evolve to be Malta’s “il salotto della contessa Maffei”, a meeting-place for the cultured elite with the Kitten as MC supported by the Countess Bagollu and S.M. la reina.
I suggest they grow tomatoes instead.
May it rain cats and docks.
Wanna bet it’s stuff from Keith’s LOFT?
Ahna ta’Hal Lija konna gia mdardrin b’Mintoff…sempliciment ghax twieled fis 6 t’Awwissu…u issa dan ghax missieru minn Hal Lija gia bdew itambru bis-Salvatur…dejjaqtulna l- farkizzan…Salvatur wiehed hawn…tal-Kartapesta…venerat go Hal Lija…l-ohrjn kollha foloz.
This must be the new ‘Big Brother’ house.
This compulsion to erect special and temporary structures for the Prime Minister when he wants to give a press conference suggests megalomania.