OK, Harry, I’m going to stock up on my North Face jackets.

Good points, ciccio. However, I fear that this incompetent bunch will prolong the winter of crass screwups right through the summer. A summer of rain, clouds, and wind is anticipated.

It will take a very long time, perhaps outside our own lifetimes, but I believe it is possible.

Daphne, you are perplexed because I seem to be admiring the ways of your unlikely hero. In truth I was simply reminiscing on my front garden pond in Valletta. Eddie inspired me. Baxxter nudged me. People are perplexed.

“Zghazagh”, Baxxter!

Oh but I am rejoicing. I’m glad Gonzi’s gone.

I await with bated breath the tsunami of replies from all the “zaghzagh”.

I can’t turn every comment into an op-ed.

Sant won because he duped the people, presenting a facade of Europeanness. He even fooled me at the time. In the run up to the election, he kept saying that he only wanted to negotiate better conditions for Malta. And the Nationalists did not counter with a pro-EU campaign. That campaign was fought on the absolutely stupid and irrelevant issue of utility bills and the blasted “ruh socjali”.

So it was European vs European. All things being equal, Labour will always win.

People like you shouldn’t be let anywhere near the internet. Fifty years of independence and vast fortunes spent on your education haven’t improved your thinking ability by one iota. At the very least, you fail at comprehension.

That “Eddie” was his mentor.

You know exactly what I think of that: I’m all for economic liberalism. So I’m with you. But for the effort to have been worth it (and to be called a sacrifice) it had to help in the victory. I very much doubt that it did.

What whole generations of PN politicians fail to realise is that “doing something” is not the same as applying your effort effectively. Parsimony in ingratiation is the greatest virtue in politics. When Lawrence Gonzi took over, all semblance of strategy crumbled away. In addition, in place of critical debate we have Christian cant, and the stage is set for what I like to call social profligacy.