Joseph Muscat u Michelle saru hajkless (pronounced as one word)
Look, Joseph, if you don't do something about the third wheel, I'm going to have to do it myself.
Two years ago after the Jum Il-Helsien ceremony, Joseph and Michelle went to McDonalds in Spinola for a hamburger with the twins. Those were the days when the leader of the Opposition worked to prove the point that, like Mintoff, he was above state ceremonies and formal dinners and left that sort of the thing to the little men who like to dress up in suits and use cutlery.
But it’s obvious now that while he seeks to mimic Mintoff in so many things, there’s one integral part of Mintoff’s personality that Muscat just doesn’t have the stomach for: the stinginess and squalor.
He strikes me as somebody who is really keen on what he sees as the good life. Two years down the line, even mittilkless is not good enough for him.
So now Muscat is busy proving another point entirely: that he and Michelle are hajkless. They have carefully acquired the accountrements of what they think are the hajkless lajstajl, so last night after that business with the flaming torch and Mary Spiteri singing Mietna Ghall-Barrani on that naff monument in Birgu, they left the twins at home (ghax in-nies hajkless ma johorgux it-tfal maghhom bil-lejl) and went to a restaurant at Portomaso.
Can you picture Dom Mintoff taking Moira with him to the Jum Il-Helsien festivities and then telling her “Imxu mmorru nieklu Portomaso”?
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On One TV they are having another fund-raising marathon, possibly to make up for sources of funding which have dried up in Libya or to settle Joey’s bill at Portomaso last night.
Dom could not possibly invite Moira for a meal at a restaurant in Portomaso which did not exist in his time.
Projects like Portomaso were far beyond his architectural capabilities and much less probable, being that FDI and Maltese investment was practically nonexistent. Mintoff even took his a bagged lunch with him to Castille and his coffee Thermos to Parliament, supposedly because he was afraid that someone would poison him.
Do I notice an addition to the Muscat family?
@ Troy
Nah, I don’t think so. If you notice, when this pic was taken, Joey was still sporting his stupid goatee. If Mrs. Din was in the family way then, she should have given birth ages ago unless it’s an elephant she’s got there.
Indeed, I was just going to ask whether she’s pregnant.
[Daphne – That’s an old photo, taken when he was sworn in as Leader of the Opposition, having seized Joseph Cuschieri’s seat in parliament.]
Surely that’s their toddler son on the right. The one with the tablecloth tie and the blank stare.
http://www.timesofmalta.com/articles/view/20110331/local/malta-expects-help
Hajkless liebsa kowt tal-kemmil ghal-filghaxija.
The mental image of the two at Portomaso defines our neutrality perfectly.
Picture it: The rebels fighting for their lives, their blood on the streets of Libyan towns and cities, fear and despair in their eyes- cut to- Dr and Mrs Muscat drinking red wine and tucking in to their five star meals- cut to- where is our PM?
Priceless.
So we cannot use our airport for air strikes. Fair enough. But what about the humanitarian role we are supposed to be playing? Some people are taking it upon themselves to smuggle things into Libya, putting their lives at risk. Why didn’t the government think of that? Or are they up to something similar but don’t want to tell us, in case their secret operations cause problems? I hope so. I really hope so.
Our “humanitarian role” lasted a few days of posturing. It only took two boats to make Malta start screaming that it cannot take any more of Libya’s refugees and demand “burden sharing”.
Seems that only our burdens must be shared.