Once Again, I Regret to Inform You This is Not, Actually, an Edition of The Maltese Body Politic
Still I felt obliged to let you know about this through the medium of yet another edition of The Maltese Body Politic, so take this as you will
This happened at least once already, and will certainly happen again in the future, but here we are - life got in the way and then I just didn’t feel like writing this week’s newsletter. Added to that is the simple fact that I just couldn’t get funny about news such as, I don’t know, cops picking up black migrants in police vans and taking them in remote places in order to beat them up. Now I’m sure there’s more to this story than the courts are ready to reveal - or at least I’m not one to believe that these 3 baby pigs that are barely in their 20s (they’re 20, 22 and 24) were the ones to come up with this whole scheme out of their own volition. The age says it all; someone snapped and the the most disposable of this violent lot made for useful sacrificial lambs. What’s one to expect from a police force run by Byron Camilleri, the wannabe generalissimo waiting for yet another rainy night so that he can have a photoshoot with his stormtroopers dragging migrants in their underwear for the simple crime of wanting to live in a place? Then we’ll just have Byron puff his chest and insist Malta is full up, just like he has so many times, even as the government he makes part of continues insisting bringing in more of the third country nationals that make the bedrock of its economic policy. And all the while the idiot media will stand and listen, because what are you going to do about it? We have to throw more cheap labour in the maws of the service and touristic industry, as otherwise this whole house of cards will simply do as construction projects made of playing card tend to and collapse. And in any case this story will soon be forgotten, like so many others. What about that whole deal with the driving license corruption at Transport Malta, where the courts declared that revealing the name of the party the mystery minister running the whole affair would have made an overly political act? Or last week’s Marsa flyover corruption scandal with Yorgen Fenech expecting kickbacks from the Turkish contractors? All will be lost, like tears in rain, so long Aaron Farrugia reassures us that he has had a talk with his predecessor, Ian Borg. And sure Aaron is a cretin and a dullard, but he’s less of an idiot than all the supposed geniuses declaring their expertise on any topic under the sun after skimming through one (1) article, and as such that makes the genius in this land. What can I say, I’m all for submitting to my superiors, be they intellectual, political or physical.
If only I could have been like Jeffrey Pullicino Orlando, who spent a decade and change picking a fat paycheque for doing fuck all. Now this fat fuck is out of the “science council,” but don’t worry too hard - the man’s still getting some make-work position at the education ministry, as Leader-esque imbecile Clifton Grima assures us. And here I issue a plea to anyone willing to hear - I’ll gladly give up all my principles in order to enjoy such privileges. The Maltese Body Politic? More like The Maltese Body Whored Right Off! Who gives a shit! Certainly not you, dear readers, who imbibe in my writing like a gourmet would an ortolan bunting, hiding their heads under a towel in order to avoid the gaze and potential curiosity of your peers. Well let me tell you, while toil on this Work under a veil of semi-anonymity, I’d look God straight in the eye while eating that little songbird that was drowned and marinated in Armagnac brandy, and I will continue facing God as I walk backwards into hell. But seriously, what is wrong with you people - all 30 or so of you? Do you want me to implement one of those blogs with all those wretched ads instead? Do you like clicking through those ads as you make your way around Manuel Delia and Mark Camilleri’s attempts at journalism? Is that what you want from me? Am I simply stating fact that you are all hogs, animals fit for the slaughter? Will you prove me wrong? Or will you perish like a dog?
There was more I actually wanted to write, but I have neither the time nor will to get into it, so it will to wait until, well, never really. Just be glad to learn that those fibreglass dinosaurs used to promote Jurassic World: Dominion cost €37,000, as opposed to the mere €17,000 reported last week. Very cool! Anyway, Adam Curtis' latest should be out and I can't find a perfectly legal means through which to watch it! Eh, it should hit Youtube soon enough, right? Right.