Progressive liberal update: Office of the Prime Minister aide refers publicly to PN president as “dik il-bitch”
Manolita Borg, a Taghna Lkoll recruit to the Office of the Prime Minister, has referred to Ann Fenech, president of the Nationalist Party executive, on Facebook as “dik il-bitch”.
Let’s hear it for the sisterhood. I expect Minister Helena Dalli will be on the phone to the Office of the Prime Minister in no time at all, explaining why women are not to be referred to as bitches, and telling Mrs Borg that this is the progressive liberal equivalent of referring to Cyrus Engerer (or for that matter, her friend Natius Farrugia, seen here with her celebrating the 10th anniversary of Malta’s accession to the European Union, at the prime minister’s party at the Upper Barakka) as “dak il-bicca ta’ pufta”.
Incidentally, I last saw make-up like that on the tarts who used to congregate around the taxi-drivers at Ghar id-Dud, Sliema, in the early 1970s when the place was over-run by soldiers and sailors.
Malta must be the place where make-up went to die. The way women wear it here as armour-plating is something I have seen nowhere else.
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Ann Fenech would not tell her this but I shall: “dik il-qahba”.
The only bitch I see here is the poodle in the third picture, who’s just won the village dog show contest.
Min irrid jghajjar ukoll – daqs Ann Fenech ghandha klassi ta’ kif tilbes – qisha xi prostituta tal-Gzira.
Scarlet, ghollejtha daqxejn meta qabbiltha ma’ tal-Gzira. Kun ghaf li tal-Gzira kienu prostituti ta’ klassi ahjar minn tal-Belt.
Allura ridt tghid “qisha prostituta tal-Belt”.
Bongu u morru ivvutaw ghall-PN,
I thought so too when I saw that huge cockade.
Harguha bill-kukkarda ma sidirha. Nahseb kienet ghadha gejja mit-tberik tal-animali jew qeda fl-after party tal-festa ta’ Sant’Antnin Abbati.
Ahh. Eyeliner, ‘lisptick’, false eyelashes and acrylic nails. What more could a girl need?
Lip-liner, like Merilweez.
The MLP has hit rock bottom.
Could this be the reason Cyrus Engerer finds himself so much at home there?
Labour never hits rock bottom. They always manage to find a way to debase themselves more.
Hanqa ta’ hmar qatt ma telghet is-sema.
You also see similar make-up on the lowest of the low in Britain.
It was between 1969 and 1975 that hookers used to solicit sailors from the 6th fleet dressed up like that, puffing at a fag like that, and wearing temptress dresses. Now we know who the bitch is but do we know who the whore is ? it only takes a dog like me to tell who the bitch is.
Manolita Borg would fit right in with the Chantels if she could sing.
http://www.thechantels.com/
Xi kruha! U X’injoranza!
Ahhh.. that look. Vera ta’ klassi.
Mara baxxa u vulgari. Meta tara nies bhal dawn fl-ufficcju tal-prim ministru, tikkonkludi li Kastilja saret mandragg tal-qhab.
Mhux veru qahba pero tipprometti.
Ideal candidate for “Snog, Marry or Avoid”
Like I’ve always said. Degrees don’t give you pedigree.
A pedigree is a lineage that is filtered with time. It is irrespective of material wealth and dwells mainly in decent upbringing, utmost discretion, elegance and panache.
The riffraff (Latin name – Vulgaris, Domestic name – Hamalli) on the other hand is the result of selective in breeding dominated by lack of taste and restricted to an absolute lack of class and utter bad taste. It is crude, coarse and vulgar and flourishes on so called ‘Social Networks’.
Is she another “suldatessa tal-azzar” ? X’hamallagni
Bil-Malti jghidu li ‘l-qahba milli jkollha ttik.’
Invasion of the chavs.
Did she wear the carnival dress for a bet?
It doesn’t take much to notice that woman has class.
Even by the way she sits and hold her cigarette, you can tell that she must have been well educated and she is a woman of culture.
She must have attended finishing school either in a chicken farm or a pig farm.
Is it possible that she has no mirror at home or at least one honest friend to tell her that she is disgusting, and vulgar and just plain ugly.
Jealousy will get her nowhere. If only she had as much dress sense and poise as Ann Fenech.
L-azzjoni hazina mhux ta’ min jircevija izda ta’ min jaghmila.
Dan ifisser li meta Manolita Borg irreferit ghal Dr. Ann Fenech bhala ‘bitch’ – ‘kelba’, fil-verita il-kelba hija dik li ghajret u mhux dik li giet mghajjra.
Since when did they start employing tarts at Castille?
As soon as they decided to go on stopping for a tea time break.
If Manolita Borg had a fraction of Anne Fenech’s intelligence, she would have never called her that. But seeing her in company of certain individuals I have to admit that birds of a feather flock together.
She brings to mind that joke about a john watching a prostitute remove all her false bits, remarking, “When you get to the part I want, throw it over.”
Those tarts who used to assemble in front of the Preluna Hotel were very different from this kind of tart. They had at least some class. This tart has NONE. Not a little bit of it.