And here’s another man who needs to grow up
If I were Saviour Balzan’s mother, a witch-like woman who insisted on being called Madam Balzan, who terrorised legions of primary-schoolchildren in her long career as a teacher at St Dorothy’s School (including her own daughter, who was in my class) with her absolute sour-faced nastiness and cruelty, I would sit him down at the kitchen table and give him 100 lines:
IF I SAY DAPHNE CARUANA GALIZIA’S NAME I WON’T TURN INTO A TOAD AND IT’S A GOOD THING TOO BECAUSE IF I DID, MANUEL MALLIA MIGHT TRY TO MATE WITH ME, AND THEN I’D HAVE TO LIE BACK AND THINK OF ROMANIA.
Now he thinks I’m H. P. Baxxter. The man’s insight into language and writing is so poor that he can’t make out the clearly distinct styles. As for humour, it could run him over in a bus and he wouldn’t notice.
Imagine that: Madam Balzan’s son calling other people ‘witch’. Just incredible.
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What does Gaza have to do with the subject of Mr. Baxxter’s tweet, anyway? Next time, Mr. Baxxter, you might want to include a Chinese version… Mr. B S might understand it better now that he’s an insider of the Communist country.
That’s another tweet altogether, in reply to Joseph Muscat’s tweet about how spectacularly well retail is doing. The file photo from the linked article shows the usual “Republic Street at waist level” shot. And everyone, right down to the pet chihuahua, is dressed like a polyester sack of spuds.
Baxxter, if this poser wants to know how spectacularly well retail is doing, I suggest he comes to us retailers, door to door.
I am experiencing the worst business sales since I started well over 30 years ago.
Even in the worst years of Mintoff and KMB we had it much, much better.
Anybody who I speak to says that the retail sector is going from bad to worse. So my suggestion is, get your facts right or shut the f**ck up.
Here’s the news report in question: http://www.tvm.com.mt/news/jissahhah-l-andament-ekonomiku-fost-l-azjendi-u-l-konsumaturi/
Read the second paragraph.
Why is Saviour Balzan tweeting himself?
I have tears running down my cheeks, and I can’t decide if it’s because of the lines Saviour Balzan should be made to write or the altercation between BS and H.P. Baxxter.
What remains to be seen is whether Baxxter’s Daphne when Daphne’s a fascist.
La Redoute, are you me?
Jozef, I am your brother.
Jozef, I am your father.
No, I am Saviour.
Everyone gets the play on Star Wars I assume. What nerds we are, honestly.
Love it, Baxxter! The mental age of a schoolboy indeed, albeit a spurned one.
I am who I am.
I strongly and vehemently object to Baxxter’s last comment.
When I was a schoolboy, I am adamant that I never had the mental age of Saviour Balzan. There were no kindergartens then.
Baxxter, please mind your choice of words and don’t compare Balzan to schoolboys, please.
There are a myriad of beings you can compare this man to.
Perhaps he should go on Xarabank so that the guy who hypnotizes people can help him get rid of the mental block miskin because he seems to have started seeing Ms Caruana Galizia everywhere. Some men cannot stand women who do not come to heel because they prefer women on a leash.
Very true! This week I was following a discussion and when Dr Carm Mifsud Bonnici intervened BS insisted that Dr Carm must have read something somewhere. BS did not specify but he was clearly referring to your blog.
He just loses any bit of logic he may possess as soon as he mentions Daphne. Geez Daphne you really do have an effect on him. Is it perhaps a case of ‘Hell hath no fury like a man scorned’ this time round?
Perhaps both of you should treat posts in a more lighthearted manner next time.
[Daphne – Errrr, I think you will find that Saviour’s problem is the fact that I have always treated him in a light-hearted manner.]
I always thought Baxxter was Natius Ola…
Too hairy.
And Daphne is actually Nuxxellina. Plot twist!
M. Night Shyamalan would be proud.
Please show us a pic of BS’s mother, to see whether you calling her a witch is justified, and so BS can claim that there has been an attakk fahxi fuq ommu.
[Daphne – If I had a picture of Madam Balzan, it would have been taped to the wall for dart practice, Freedom5. No, I haven’t one.]
To be or not to be…Daphne. That’s the question , Salv.
He’s losing it. One thing he’ll never lose is his BS.
So, the Madame Balzan of St. Dorothy’s Senior School is Saviour Balzan’s mum?
[Daphne – Madam, not Madame. The English version. Yes, she is his mother. Before she was promoted to the senior school at the new building in Haz-Zebbug, she taught the final primary year at St Dorothy’s School in Sliema for years and years: one bunch of 10-year-olds after another. So perhaps we shouldn’t be surprised that he turned out the way he did. We heaved a sigh of relief when we went home and got shot of her for the rest of the day, but he went home and found her: from a day at school to Madam Balzan. Imagine that.]
She was there when I was at St. Dorothy’s Senior School, Mdina. In my day, we had to refer to her as Madam Balzan. I was very well-mannered and well-behaved but was in her bad books a number of times because I occasionally spoke in Maltese.
She was a very bitter, unkind and I guess, very unhappy person. I didn’t know she had any children. Imagine returning home to that mother. Il-vera miskin. And I mean it!
He must be under the impression that writing nonsensical incomplete sentences constitutes ‘twitter-style’ writing.
The Madam in question was “demoted” to senior school Mdina in the early 90s in her new capacity as Mistress of Discipline, prowling the corridors, like a beast out for blood. She was a bitch-witch of insane proportions; one always wondered how so much vicious bile could exist in such a puny earthling.
Savior Balzan’s single excuse is that he was raised by this venomous snake, I doubt he ever knew love, understanding and empathy throughout his childhood.
The rest of his days though are all of his making, once in “politics”; his mother idolised him and forced his articles down young students’ throats throughout their secondary years. After all, perhaps, just like FD’s mummy, it was all Madam’s fault.
From DCG’s description, and first-hand experience of Master Balzan, methinks his middle name must be Oliver… giving him the multiply appropriate initials S.O.B …