This is one picture that will NOT be in the Muscat family album
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March 10, 2014 at 2:05am
Here’s Joseph Muscat, just 11 years ago, wearing a bright red jacket and looking an even bigger mess than he does today, sitting under a massive PARTNERSHIP L-AHJAR GHAZLA backdrop with all those other Labour goons, next to the goon who is our transport minister today, during the EU referendum campaign.
And now he’s our prime minister, because most people have a very short memory and are incapable of analytical thought, even when they believe that their powers of rational assessment are superior and that their electoral choices are superior too (I have a few individuals in mind here, but I’m feeling charitable so won’t name names but they know who they are).
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The worst part of it all is that the person preaching against joining the EU will soon be representing us as an MEP.
[Daphne – I can’t imagine why you find that so extraordinary. After all, his anti-EU hatchet-man is now our prime minister. That’s a lot more significant than a mere MEP.]
He’s also seated in his trade-mark pose, as if he’s sitting in a saddle.
What is it? A Hobbit?
No call to be charitable, Daphne. If we’d trusted his judgement then, we’d have stayed out of the EU.
I see no reason to trust his judgement now, when it was so flawed on such a fundamental issue. We must remember that he never actually said that he has changed his mind about EU membership, simply that this is now the reality.
Did they mean partership with China ? or Russia ? or Azerbaijan ?
So it seems that the aggressive look on his face was always there. He is an angry, angry man.
I can understand that at the time of the photo little Joe aimed for the primer’s position, but now that he is “the big cheese” himself, why does he keep being angry?
My fears are that in four year’s time, his next attack will be on democracy.
Can’t you see it happening at the moment?
Style is the way of doing, superfluous ergo essential. In their case, the result, language, belongs to the scullery.
I’ve had people over who admitted they couldn’t comprehend us as a people. It’s one thing being contaminated, something else pasting everything in a cacophonic collage.
The written word, architecture (lately reduced to ‘built environment’; such is the sense of hopelessness), shop windows and consumption patterns render us God forsakenly ugly.
If beauty is the splendour of truth, ugliness is manifestly a lie. Muscat’s kitchen is a splendid rendition of travesty of form reducing function to nominal state. Decorative clutter taking over surfaces essential to food and its preparation.
His food mostly ads promising no will notice all you did was open a packet.
It’s materialism in the most primitive state, vindictive and enslaved to models imposed by others. I know this may cause some retorts, but the Brits managed to destroy any latin need to style as sincere expression.
This is a place where men can’t cook, dress or design anything else.
Times change and people change with the times. What is wrong with that, dear Daphne? I admire people who come to their senses and change their minds.
[Daphne – What is wrong with that? 1. EU membership is not a pair of shoes, but an issue of major, permanent and far-reaching consequence for an entire country and generations to come. You do not ‘change your mind’; you consider the matter very carefully and then decide – permanently and properly. 2. He is the prime minister, a position in which good judgement and an ability to assess policy and its consequences are of the essence. It therefore follows that if he got something as important as EU membership so badly wrong, then his judgement is poor and the situation will repeat itself with other policy matters (which it has done already). I am surprised you find this so difficult to understand. People don’t change, and when they do, it is only briefly and because it suits them temporarily. They will revert to type sooner or later. Only the most naive adults don’t know this, when our entire life experience repeatedly proves it to us.]
Nice choice of colour there – with his complexion and hair colour it makes him look terribly pale and pasty.
He literally situates himself between a Leprechaun and a mountain goat…
Joseph Muscat in those times was better known as Alfred Sant’s poodle, always following his master for future opportunities.
Dear Daphne, did you miss this? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qd7hUG9Ac5E
[Daphne – No, but you must have missed my post about it.]
http://www.independent.com.mt/mobile/2014-03-09/news/government-is-delivering-4190732291/
Am I the only one who find this style of communication irritating and stilted?
What exactly is the point in peppering an interview in Maltese with the odd English word? For heavens sake how difficult could it be to say ‘first year’ and ‘fifth year’ in Maltese? It adds nothing to improve understanding of the message conveyed and it certainly does not make the speaker sound more intelligent or articulate. Infact it has quite the opposite effect.
If the intention is to sound Sliemiz, it just doesn’t cut the mustard and really sounds quite false and slimy.
And there’s the man who’s soon to become our representative in the European Parliament as if ‘Svizzera fil-Mediterran’ and ‘Partnership l-Aħjar Għażla’ never happened.
Awfully short memories indeed.
It amazes me how people just forget or ignore politicians’ track records, whether good or bad.
Maybe not in his album, however, it surely is in many others. What is the saying?
‘Be careful of how one positions oneself, can come back and bite you in the ass.’
First row for the ‘NO’ side – first in line for the MEP election, immediately after.
Who says it does not take cheek?
There’s a current Labour MEP visible over Muscat’s right shoulder, a Labour EC official sitting two seats away, and a Labour MEP candidate on the podium. Everyone in that photo voted against EU membership. Now they’re running the show.
Labour. The party of opportunists and political prostitutes.
One day I’ll nail my 95 Sartorial Theses In Condemnation Of Red Jackets to the cathedral door.
Michael Portillo looks splendid in his crimson red jacket over a blue shirt. It can be carried off if it is the right shade, and if you have the figure, the bearing and the personality.
The only man who could carry off a red jacket – indeed, an entire red suit – was the great Sebastian Horsley. If only we had someone like him in Malta.
[Daphne – Marmalade’s lead singer carried off a red suit to rather good effect when singing Reflections On My Life circa 1970. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xTeI65yrhGw ]
Ah, but that was the 70s.
Thanks for the video. What a trip down memory lane. And not a happy one. In 1970, I was still a dirty thought in my dad’s brain.
Zoom in – he looks really angry or mad about something.