10 March 2013

Now, in the cold light of dawn three years later, watch the body language in this video – especially the body language of the party leader and his wife, as they fail to so much as look at each other in their moment of glory, until he remembers that maybe he should put his arm around her, and she reaches up, throws his arm off – all the while not so much as glancing at each other, she maintaining her rigid rictus – and irritably rearranges her shawl collar. This was a business arrangement right from the outset. And look at Toni Abela, behaving like an ape. And Sceberras Trigona, rushing forward in triumph and kissing Mrs Muscat, thereby highlighting the fact that her husband did not. How in God’s name did so many people not see through this criminal outfit?