Megalomania

I’m beginning to think that Adrian Delia is nuttier than a festive bag on St Martin’s Day. There’s something about his behaviour that is giving me strong vibes of psychiatric abnormality. This wasn’t immediately evident to me, but it is certainly bothering me now as I see more and more of him and examine his speech and behaviour.

Taking on bank loans of millions when still in his 30s to buy a hotel and turn it into a bunch of flats when he has no history or understanding of real estate development – a delusional risk that no right-thinking person would have undertaken, and which has in fact failed catastrophically; his coming out of nowhere with a set aim to go straight for the top post in the Nationalist Party when he has never shown the slightest interest in political life; the colossal personal and home debts which require the equivalent of the Opposition leader’s salary to service the annual interest alone; the spendthrift behaviour in the face of all that mountain of debt and the threat of bank foreclosure on a far more massive constitution of debt related to the failed real estate development, with private chauffeurs and Swiss holidays and lots of bling-bling; denial of reality of the debts with ongoing grandiose behaviour and spending; the crowds of thugs and the need for acclaim and applause of a violent and aggressive nature – as I look at the package it seems to me that this is the grandiose behaviour of megalomania.

And I hope that that weird psychiatrist Mark Xuereb, who seems to need a psychiatrist himself and who I last saw debasing himself and his profession by examining that fraud Angelik Caruana’s mouth for mystical thorns on some Third World edition of the television show Xarabank, does not write to the Medical Council again to demand that they interrogate me about which psychiatrists are giving me a professional assessment of the people I write about.

I am not a doctor and the Medical Council has no authority over me. No psychiatrists give me a professional assessment of the personalities and mental pathologies of the people I write about. I make those assessments myself entirely, alone and unaided. But thank you, Dr Xuereb, for confirming how accurate they are.

The man in the middle: all the signs of escalating megalomania

The batty psychiatrist Mark Xuereb, who clearly needs one himself, has written to the Medical Council to complain that psychiatrists must be helping me with my assessment of people in public life, and that they should interrogate me to find out who those psychiatrists are. No psychiatrists are helping me, so they needn’t bother.