The Head of State imagines herself as Diana, Princess of Wales, blowing kisses to all the nice children
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April 7, 2014 at 11:14pm
One thing’s for sure, though – the President’s Fun Run is a thing of the past (and thank heavens for that) unless this 4’10” tub of lard plans to walk the distance with Jo or be rolled along by her equally unprepossessing ADC.
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The same 4’10” tub of lard that phoned me up close to 9pm on a Sunday evening to tell me that she was working through my application for government-assisted housing, mind you.
[Daphne – I love your nick, thank you. Those were the days, when I was a bag of bones. And I’m actually 5’7. Also, you clearly don’t know that it is COMPLETELY out of order and extremely abusive (shades of patronage, corruption, and so on) for a cabinet minister to ring up a citizen at 9pm on a Sunday (or at any other time or day) to tell her/him personally that she is going through (personally) her/his application for something. This is an EU member state, not a 1950s Sicilian village.]
My handle was just me being self-deprecating.
With regards to her ringing me up close to 9pm (I believe the unwritten threshold for pedestrian-to-pedestrian communication is around the 9:30pm, 10:00pm mark? No matter), given the circumstance… I didn’t then and do not now feel it inappropriate. Context is key, blah blah blah.
I’m not sure why you feel that Malta being an “EU member state” suddenly makes us immune to casual acts of human interaction.
[Daphne – Corruption and patronage, not human interaction. Human interaction is when you speak to a friend, not when a cabinet minister calls you personally on a Sunday night to tell you she is processing your housing application – in other words, be grateful for a personal favour from Merilweez, rather than expecting from the state what could be rightfully yours.
And no, your ‘handle’ was not self-deprecation. It was an attempt at insulting me which failed miserably because 1. I am no longer skin and bone, and 2. skin and bone is what half the population starves themselves into trying to be, but when it’s me, then apparently it’s something to insult a person about even though those doing the insulting would have killed to be the same.
Also, you are clearly a fake. The embedded verbal codes in your language make that obvious. A housing applicant thinks a ‘handle’ is what goes on a kitchen cupboard, and does not write sentences like ‘I’m not sure why you feel that Malta being an ‘EU member state’ suddenly makes us immune to casual acts of human interaction’. Pretty good syntax for a housing applicant, I would say – and in a foreign language too. Impressive. If you want a house, maybe daddy will buy you one. But ask him nicely.]
Well, you got 1 out of 3. I won’t tell you which, though.
P.S. English-speaking people can still be dysfunctional and poor.
P.P.S. My daddy is an a-hole, so no villa in Madliena for me (madoff :< )
http://i.imgur.com/Ay29K.jpg
[Daphne – Yes, I know that English-speaking people can be dysfunctional and poor. Manchester is full of them. But the ones in Malta tend not to apply for social housing because they would rather drink ink than live in a government flat with an address like Door B, Block C. But under this government it might be different, because the social housing is going to be in the form of normal flats, not distinguishable as social housing, bought or leased from the likes of Sandro Chetcuti. Quite right that your daddy must be an arsehole. It’s clearly genetic. Try working and buying your own flat – most of us did it without any help from our parents.]
Maybe it’s Kitten writing about a pied-á-terre in St John’s Square.
Unbelievable that anyone would think that this is normal.
What about the rest of the citizens?
Handle? That type of archaic language probably means that his/her children more than daddy are likely to be the ones buying the house (or room at Casa Arkati).
Spot of Daphne, Five Six Bag of Bones, does not seem to be from someone who would need social housing. S/he seems educated enough to have his/her own house.
“human interaction is when you speak to a friend, not when a cabinet minister calls you personally on a Sunday night to tell you she is processing your housing application ”
Just a sec… Daphne you need to explain to those who find Maltese antics challenging: so you’re saying that a minister phones people at home and that she processes applications herself? WTF is this?? She should be working for Mugabe.
If you mean the photo reproduced on this blog page, the woman on the right seems to me to be a girl guide not the President’s ADC.
[Daphne – Sorry, wrong picture. It’s been a long, long day.]
Are you sure that’s her ADC?
Actually that’s the president of the Malta Girl Guides, her surname is Lapira and I believe she is also the headmistress of a private school.
Our head of state has gel nails. Lovely.
And bravo fro the regal pose!
When will these nitwits learn that a politician’s role is not to dish out favours but to implement and lobby for policies or legislations which can help citizens lead a decent life. When a politician dish out favours it’s for reflected glory and votes.
Her ADC is a plump rough girl but a product of Sandhurst.
This is a new habit which has just been launched by our new president, throwing kisses to the scouts and girlguides during the annual parade.
Was is really necessary to throw kisses on such occasion. This was not a carnival parade by any chance but something serious and sacred for us scouts.