Michelle Muscat was on the Labour Party TV’s Buzzfeed generation cookery programme last week. Let us pray she doesn’t do a Chelsea Handler skit.

They’ve become stale, predictable and their wundertechniques not just outdated but a sign of tested establishment deceit.

The outrage they’ve started to portray, mostly by sycophantic columnists and champions of postmodernist disillusion is why we’re right.

This thing about proof is their failure in technocolor. Form needs no proof, it is evidence, logic and deduction; that which they’ve dismissed as ‘optics’. And we’re not having any lecture to truth from those whose imperative is relativism.

They have no moral, ethical or aesthetic compass, everything is its utility, they have reached the stage where they miss how insolent they are.

If Malta had physical geography, the tectonic shift would be graphical. Thank goodness for Busuttil.

Or to slip through the prison gate bars.

Remember when he recited St. Francis’s prayer during the 2013 election campaign? What a vile, cynical liar.

True, I am beginning to actually believe that.

When even his most ardent supporters stopped believing his lies, the champion of secularism, resorted to swearing by God’s name to lend credence to himself.