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Victor Calleja

Lies, damned lies and politicians

I was brought up to believe politicians. Maybe not all but some select ones. Today it’s getting harder to believe any—and although I am no cynic by nature politicians’ ways are turning me into a politico-basher and a non-believer in all they do...

The staining of a reputation

I try hard to avoid commenting about our political class. They, unfortunately, are becoming ever more like the three-legged horse by the entrance to Valletta. They sit on pedestals, they look good but have something intrinsically wrong in their...

A horse for her kingdom

Soon Scotland will be holding a super-important referendum which could belittle Britain. Their votes in general elections hardly mean a thing, as London decrees and Scotland obeys but, this once, the Scots will decide their future...

The stuff some experts come up with

Sliema is my hometown—so I obviously start this with a caveat that I am biased in the midst of a concretely beautiful town. We, who live here, love life in boxes and other glittering stuff. Bisazza Street is one of the loveliest streets in Sliema.

A clerical wake-up call

Back in the days of Galileo and other such star-gazers, the truth was one and that was only the official church-sanctioned one. They who said anything against the truth, or against the church triumphant, met their end or were tortured till they...

Spinning on

If politics were glitz this government would clean-sweep all awards, winning more Oscars than Titanic ever did. But there are those of us who care about more than gloss, perception and PR, who think that government should be rather more real than...

Sighing no sigh of relief

Like most humans I have some trusted friends, the ones you listen to because they tell you the truth and the whole truth with no colouring or chiselling. Strangely they have told me very worrying stuff. One actually said that the PN, with its...

Damn goalkeepers

Life is grand in this isle of ours. The heat is on and politics takes a break from our life as we follow the world cup with bated breath wondering who will win and who will cry. In Malta of course the ones wailing most are not the obsessives who...

Oil is struck off

I can never work this one out. We’ve been told we will strike oil these last gazillion years. Then we dig and we’re lucky if we so much as find a watering hole. All we tend to find is rock and more rock. Sounds like the most boring story ever...

Billed as boring

Some people hate the word politics but they hate politicians and their words even more. I never truly understood this because without politics we’d be a truly boring lot. Imagine us silly commentators just discussing the weather. Now while nothing...