“It is precisely for this reason that most Maltese can never fully understand all the shades of a word. Hence, the wrong use of the word “ambitious”, for example, and a host of many others.”

This is precisely why, whilst in favour of the general quality of their Maltese expression in the Nazzjon, I firmly believe that the Nationalist Party needs to shift all internal communication – as a minimum – to English.

There are concepts in English, that simply don’t have legs in Maltese.

A mental preparation in English is more disciplined, structured and able to constantly pick at those nuances.

Not only pick at, recognise and name, but deal with them before they’re passé.

The difference in expectations is mainly underlined by the sluggish bearing of the thinking process.

There is a mis-match in alignment, where, on the other hand, Joseph Muscat has been trained in the values of synchronicity.

Where vulgarity and crassness isn’t a prime mover, language has become a barrier.

It is precisely for this reason that most Maltese can never fully understand all the shades of a word. Hence, the wrong use of the word “ambitious”, for example, and a host of many others.

As to the main theme of this blog post, I really do not understand why women go for ‘high-flying’ men. I cannot understand how a woman might sink so low. If she wants to fly high, she should be able to do so on her own steam and not on the back of some man who she picked out from the bed of another woman.

So are all suldati ta l-azzar, loyal to the party that feeds them like chickens in a farm.

According to the commentator, apparently he’s “like many young people”.

Surprising, I know, but I guess that’s part of the farcical thought process that went into the original comment.

He’s excellent at it especially when writing about church matters.

French socialists sound rather like our very own.

Indeed. That article of his in The Times of Malta was an astoundingly bitchy excuse to justify his total lack of foresight (and, it seems, good manners and basic respect for others’ validated opinions).

And frankly, his youth and lack of first-hand experience of Labour in government is no excuse (as one commentator tried to justify beneath Ms Caruana Galizia’s commentary on the matter). I’m most probably younger than Scicluna is, and I could clearly see what was coming thanks to some proper education on context.

[Daphne – HIS YOUTH? Where did you get the idea that Martin Scicluna is young? He’s 80, for heaven’s sake.]

The owl of Minerva flies at dusk.

Wasn’t aware he could bitch.

Here’s an excerpt:

“Much of this is of course rather banal, even if it ironically vindicates Hollande’s claims about his ‘normality’. But the real strength of the book lies in its subtle fusion of the personal and the political, with Trierweiler drawing on her experiences to paint an unflattering portrait of French elites … Equally revealing is her exploitation of the populist theme that French political elites care little about the lives of their compatriots … Here is where the book lands its heaviest blows. It shows a socialist elite lacking in strategic direction, and driven not by principle or even ambition, but merely by the compulsion to exercise and retain power.”

[Daphne – Funny how she began to disapprove of all that when she could no longer be part of it…]