Jeffrey Pullicino Orlando can’t have a Labour government fast enough

Jeffrey: looking forward to becoming the wife of a Labour politician (again)

Jeffrey Pullicino Orlando has announced his retirement from the Nationalist Party at the end of this legislature. If he is in such a great hurry to leave and have done with it, then he should retire now, resign his seat, and let somebody better take his place.

Meanwhile, second-wife-to-be Carmen has joined his first in the Labour Party and will almost certainly be contesting the election on the Labour ticket. This gives Jeffrey even more reason to be impatient for the end of this term of government.

I suggest that the independent press begins framing him in the reality of this context, instead of treating him as though he is somebody credible and authoritative.

Let the Labour Party collaborate with him to its own ends. The independent press shouldn’t be doing the same. After all, he shares a bed with a Labour activist, so not only are his loyalties very much (and very unequally) divided, he isn’t safe either. Nobody in the PN parliamentary group can speak in confidence anymore because they know that one of their own is going straight home to bed with a Labour Party activist.

This is not about supporting different parties. It is about WORKING FOR DIFFERENT PARTIES THAT ARE IN HEAD-ON CONFRONTATION. Jeffrey’s party can win only at the expense of Carmen’s party, and vice versa. By working for different parties they are working against each other’s interests. This is not something that couples do, so it follows that one of them isn’t working against the other’s interest.

Jeffrey was on Super One again last night, with John Bundy. He asked whether the prime minister could not perhaps have “listened to Franco Debono” more so that the situation “wouldn’t have reached the stage it is today”.

Very amusing, Jeffrey. Ghandek wiccek u x’imkien iehor preciz l-istess. You are unbelievably shameless. Perhaps you should have pointed out to your audience that it wasn’t humanly possible for the prime minister to listen to Franco Debono more than he did. Franco Debono chewed and devoured his peace of mind, phoning him at all hours of the day and night, with no calls refused (because you can’t refuse a call from an unstable personality, as you never know what the consequences will be), and sending him “literally thousands” – to quote the PM in an interview – of text messages.

By saying that wouldn’t have helped Carmen’s party’s cause, would it. And you’d have ended up sleeping on the sofa for a week.