Janice winds Noddy up and out he trots to whine about his pet fixation: me
The Minister for Janice spoke in parliament this evening, supposedly about the media, and ended up banging on about his (and so many other men in the Labour Party’s) pet fixation: me.
I’m beginning to think they dream about me at night, because every time I turn on the television in the evening, there’s some Labour man bitching about me. And occasionally, like tonight, they bitch about me in parliament too.
They talk about “hate speech” and “spreading hate”, when the cold reality is that they are the ones spreading hatred against me and using hate speech to do it. They are beneath contempt, quite frankly, which is why I barely bother any more.
I am a great believer in that Chinese saying that if you wait long enough, you will see the bodies of your enemies float past you down the river. I have seen more than a few of those already. If death by natural causes doesn’t do it, the electorate does.
Now the Minister for the Economy and the Minister for Justice are both bitching me in unison, and obviously, ladies are the problem.
With Cardona, it’s several ladies, some of whom are paid, and with Bonnici, it’s that touchy number from Super One.
I’m old enough to know that when a man stands up in parliament to defend his girlfriend like that, embarrassing himself and the office he holds, it’s because she’s been on at him, made some kind of major scene, and he’s feeling guilty because she’s the chaser and he’s the chased.
In other words, he can take the relationship or leave it, but she would die without it. So sticking up for her and their relationship in parliament is his way of breaking a lance for somebody he doesn’t really care about, for the sake of a quiet life, while going to town on another woman he sees as preventing him from having that quiet life: this one.
The sooner we see the backs of this constant parade of freaks and trolls, the better. I can’t be the only one who longs for the sight and sound of normal people.
Meanwhile, I have posted the following comment beneath the story on The Malta Independent.
The Justice Minister is lying (now there’s a rare thing). I never said or wrote that he and Janice Bartolo should be hanged upside down like Benito Mussolini and Clara Petacci.
Incidentally, I suspect he doesn’t know they were dead already when that happened, which is why he appears to believe that being hanged upside down was the worst thing that happened to them.
Owen Bonnici’s delusions of grandeur and those of his girlfriend Janice Bartolo are boundless. They are hardly a World War II Axis-power dictator and his mistress. They are two ridiculous, almost pathetic, nonentities on an island that measures 17 miles by nine. I think they both need a sense of perspective.
And if the Justice Minister doesn’t want us to talk about his girlfriend, he should have picked one who isn’t a propagandist with the Labour Party, who is always on television, and who is frequently to be seen waving a microphone under the noses of rival politicians.
