Evarist Bartolo is planning on reaching his 120th birthday
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October 14, 2014 at 11:35pm
Maria l-Maws
You can’t accuse this man of not knowing the language, so we are going to have to accuse him of grave delusions of longevity. At 62, he thinks he’s still “slowly climbing over the hill”.
You’re not, Varist. You’re climbing down the other side.
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Considering that some snakes live up to 50 years, I would say he is already at the foot of the hill
Considering that mice live less than 50 years, I would say Maria is digging himself into a hole.
He spent (almost) 25 years in Opposition and now needs to catch up. He needs time to implement his Communist ideas from the seventies, where the leftist ideology was considered cool in Europe. He seems to be stuck there.
Maybe he thinks that using euphemisms is cute and appealing.
A whole mess.
Now, doctors are not giving certificates unless the students are really really sick. Yesterday, a doctor at the health clinic, told my sister-in-law that he could not give a medical certificate cause her daiughter was not sick enough. She asked her to come back later when symptoms worsen.
Then again, maybe ‘climbing down the other side’ is equally incorrect. May I suggest he might be just ‘gingerly sliding down the other side’?
At 62 he should know that he’s more than 2/3 the way down.
Varist , the Galapagos Tortoise.
Should anyone need any favours from Varist, do contact his driver Jimmy il-Boy because this sawn-off idiot calls at the Mellieha Labour Party Club four times a week to meet all those Taghna Lkoll voters who want something from the government.
Mind you i suppose if they are so used to making mountains out of molehills…then …perhaps?
Climbing, down? Sliding my dear.
[Daphne – Well, Chico, you and I know him, and you know him well. This man won’t expend effort climbing if he can slide down. Biex itajjar l-isparks irid jixghel sulfarina.]
Actually I should have written “tumbling”!
Like him or not he’s the one really doing some decent work in his ministry.
[Daphne – Please do elaborate. I have known that man for 30 years and he’s even lazier than Mario Vella. You have to wind the key in his back to get him to move. He never even bothered to learn how to drive because his wife could do it for him. Ragel ghazzien pessmu, the sort who sits around gathering dust.]
Kommunist ippatentjat mimli hdura u ghira, u sangisug minn dejjem. Niftakru minn zmien meta kellu xi ghoxrin sena u xaghru u mohhu kienu t-tnejn qishom raddiena tal-ghanqbut.
The mind does play funny tricks at times.
A poor old man in denial.
A veritable dinosaur as my children call me.
How very sad indeed.
Varist has requested the Auditor-General to audit the Foundation for Tomorrow’s Schools tenders during the years of Nationalist government, but not during the last 18 months:
http://www.timesofmalta.com/articles/view/20141015/local/audit-shows-foundation-for-tomorrows-schools-over-estimated-project-costs.539864
The truth is that the FTS had efficiently built a new school every year under PN governments, but under Varist, not one has been built in 19 months.
That photo really says it all about the man. Arrogant, hateful and a liar like the rest of his gang of brigands.
And he still wears that red tie. Seems Joseph forgot to tell him, or failed to convince him.
http://www.venamimundo.com/GrandesPersonajes/Kruschev/Kruschev-01.jpg
You may all snigger and laugh, but Evarist Bartolo hobnobs with the glitterati, and is highly regarded in rarefied heights of ambassadorial circles.
That’s the tragedy of Malta, my friends – that there was never anyone with the balls to call him out for the ridiculous poser that he is, someone to contradict him in the salon littéraire.
And I come back to our Daphne’s heartfelt plea for real gentlemen, not “gentlomi” in the disgusting Maltese laghqi sense, but cultured and sophisticated men with mental agility, fortitude and putdownitude.
[Daphne – Malta’s ‘glitterati’, H.P., are impressed by Evarist Bartolo because they’re largely totally uneducated, and in the same way that in the land of the blind the one-eyed man is king, so Varist impresses them because he reads the occasional outdated book and drops obscure references to 1970s leftie tomes into his conversation. Just to give you one example: I was with a bunch of (Maltese) people some time ago when a few of them suggested that we visit a lighthouse. Let’s go to the lighthouse, one of them said. Oh, that sounds very Virginia Woolf, an Englishwoman said. EVERYBODY missed the reference. Cue blank stares all round. One person actually asked, who’s Virginia Woolf – are we waiting for her? You just have to give up. The definition of ‘educated’ is completely different in Malta to what it is in continental Europe or the British isles.]
Let me elaborate, because this is rather an interesting story.
Varist was bezzers with Daniel Rondeau, himself bezzers with Bernard Kouchner the arch-Champagne Socialist. Rondeau famously writes one book per diplomatic posting, and not much else. It was his staff who handled all the nasty business during the Libyan War.
[Daphne – Daniel Rondeau: an extremely lazy, self-involved and lackadaisical poseur much given to pseudo-intellectual wanks in the presence of breathless elderly women and washed-up 1970s tossers who are even more firmly divorced from the 21st century than he is and so don’t fully realise what sort of human anachronism they’re actually dealing with. Fr Peter a la Francaise, with bells on.]
Anyway. Rondeau wrote a highly patronising book called (cringe) ‘Malta Hanina’. It was obviously praised to high heaven by all the Maltese laghqa, including former presidents and members of those silly wine guilds. In his book, Rondeau speaks of a Maltese community of Francophiles and Bonapartistes.
Now to blokes and blokettes of a rational turn of mind, like you and I, this all sounds like a load of tosh wrapped in little gold foil wrappers and arranged in a pyramid. But so laghqin are the Maltese glitterati, that they all stuck to Rondeau like magnets during his term of office. Including of course Bartolo, who benefited from the “six degrees of separation effect”.
Surely, went the cogwheels, if Varist is admired by Rondeau, then surely Varist is a glitterato himself. Ergo Taghna Lkoll, and the rest is history.
And people who should know better wore their tongues out with the bootlicking. The ones who didn’t go that far smiled and acquiesced and said nothing. Too much at stake, ma tarax!
Alas, and so the darkness spreads. All because of laghqizmu.
[Daphne – It’s not laghqizmu, H.P. It’s full-on Backwoods Bunny Syndrome, a major symptom of which is pathological ignorance caused by insufficient exposure to the real world, or the total absence of it. Mauritius circa 1975 does not suffice. It was, at the time, even more backward than Malta, which is saying rather a lot. You would be amazed how many people move about the globe while remaining resolutely insulated from it.]
Mauritius.
Ouch!
Anyone “impressed” by Evarist Bartolo would have needed something from him, Daniel Rondeau included. An aye, or nay, an introduction. Or simply, information.
Information, to a “prolific writer”, is of high value. They work with available sources.
If there is a publisher and an open contract, it’s easy. If it’s down to self-publishing, it’s most likely an ego-tool.
Or one of self-preservation: a contained talking point; a CV definer. Rather than a vital message to pass on.
Such is the standard set, recognised and exploited.
The pity is that under the principle “any attention is welcome” such men go from weak scenario to weak scenario their life long without the accomplishment of anything worthy in between.
L-aqwa li jghaddi.
By the way, even though I love your Mauritius barb, I wasn’t referring to Marie Benoît.
I was talking about intellectuals, government officials and diplomats and such – people who should know better, but who’ve climbed the career ladder through unctuousness and laghqizmu.
In Malta, it pays never to contradict anyone.
The bug has spread everywhere. Take Simon Busuttil. He could do away with this nonsense because his position is secure and he doesn’t need to climb any career ladder.
He needn’t suck up to anyone. And yet he still thinks Maltese. Oh well. To each his own.
Does anyone want me to lay into Charles Xuereb? Can I have a show of hands? Because I haven’t started yet.
@ Baxxter
Don’t bother. Another non-entity.
@Tabatha
Some non-entity. Just look at his progeny.
Karsten Xuereb is Executive Director for the Valletta 2018 Foundation having previously been responsible for cultural matters at the Permanent Representation of Malta to the European Union in Brussels (2006-2011).
He holds a Master of Arts degree in European Cultural Policy and Management from the University of Warwick which he attended as a Chevening scholar (2004-2005). He is a member of the U-40 UNESCO Network for the promotion of the UNESCO Convention on cultural diversity and has contributed to various publications.
If there are doors there will be knockers.
Value analysis is first subjective.
Definition of value: Anything that creates an impact.
Value can be positive and/or negative.
Negative value can be as much as an objective as positive value.
Are you concentrating on the father or the son?
The father was a knocker at doors.
Perhaps he was good at that.
Assess the impact.