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Victor Calleja

Is that 36,000 growing?

36,000. To foreigners, unless they are very interested in our political intricacies, this is just a number. In Malta the number has magical, nearly-supernatural powers. It is a number that scares some beyond compare. All still remember it, all...

Switching swindlers

Switchers are kings and queens. They made Joseph Muscat. They gave him an unbelievable majority and they remain his life-blood. But by their nature they are fickle and could, on a whim, a whiff of scandal or through fear, switch back to the other...

The slips are growing

If there is one thing I love it must be flippancy. The act of defusing tough times with a silly retort, a laugh at your lowest point, the need to forget that sometimes life is one bitter, rough cookie, is an art worthy of any master. So hurrah to...

A universal tale of grab grab grab

I’m never perfectly sure if we live in a bubble, a gold-fish bowl or if we truly have fallen into the widest hole ever dreamt about by the fabulists. When Gonzi the horror ruled with a majority of one, a couple of party mavericks went insane...

Is it going to be a perennial honeymoon?

If things didn't change much we’d still be living in trees, munching nuts and vegetation. Cows, pigs and turkeys would have no worries about being gorged in sumptuous feasts. There would be no cars or stress to keep us all nice and...

A sea of red

A sea of words has flowed lately. We all cried when we heard the harrowing stories of people dying in the sea surrounding our tiny country. I say we all cried but some are still pig-headed and spout horrid words even about the dead, the sad dead...

So we do live in cuckoo-land after all

Let’s start with a gracious comment as all losers should. The hunters have won, the hunting lobby has got stronger, and the birds have lost. Congrats to the winners, hurrah to democracy and it is yes to spring hunting. Welcome 21st Century Malta...

Let the birds fly in peace and multiply

Saturday we cast our vote not with regards to our future in the EU, nor concerning the unity or otherwise of the family. This time it’s all about birds. So who cares? Can’t birds look after themselves? A much better scribbler than me once said...

What a difference a day makes

As the weather beats on in its wintry shades we celebrate yet once more our day of freedom. Long live our freedom, won back in 1979 on the momentous day our masters, those British grabbers, were thrown out, once and for all. We, or the ones who...

Eight-pointed crassness

The knights, and their enduring and iconic symbol, have lately been in the news. The market (il-Monti) with its underwear and cheap ware and its suitability, or not, next to Piano’s new entrance and Parliament was discussed in debilitating...