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Victor Calleja

Rules of our country

A foreigner comes to Malta to check out our hunting ways and our hunters try scaring the daylights out of the foreigner. Serves him right for interfering in our affairs. Go back home we don’t need you thank you very much. The police take the...

Nothing sticks to Teflon Joe

So much happens on this little dot that sometimes I think we really are the world’s belly button. The man—the Prime Minister I mean—has routed the PN, embraced the gay community and is now on a direct course to get us all a bit higher than we all...

Depressing issues

Often I think I miss the point because I’m daft or because I might have missed out on some lecture or article written by one of our island’s bigwigs. A President has been chosen unanimously. When the Prime Minister announced his choice of...

From a god to a con

Our Prime Minister is a great man—greater than anyone I remember in my long years of living on this rock. I nearly said arid rock but then I remembered that since he climbed the hills of Castille and got into power the world here has gone from...

Keep silent and be damned

There are times when silence—that commodity we hardly know the meaning of today—should rule. At times like these when the horrible tragedy of Lisa Marie Zahra has sent shockwaves around the island and beyond, we should all be silent, stop and...

All this gas

I’m no expert so I’ll just say very little about gas and tankers and sites chosen. The previous government - those PN ruffians - were arrogant, didn’t care about people’s health and they did anything they thought made sense even if others, more...

Bashing by celebrating

This is the year of anniversaries, so our dear government announced when it took over from the PN. Great stuff has been promised us for the 35th commemoration of Freedom Day, the tenth of EU accession and the 50th since we attained...

It’s cuckoo time again

I’m never sure if we did end up voting for Alfred Sant’s Swiss offer after all. When Malta was gripped by referendum fever—to join or not to join that was the question—Alfred Sant was leader of the MLP, Joseph Muscat was a cub and all were rabidly...

Sex tales

A wise young man once told me in a hushed tone, lest people thought we were in some secret rendezvous organising our same-sex marriage, that politics, unless laced with a ton of lascivious scandal, sucks big time. Sex, he went on, is all it takes...

Stooges taking over

I’m not sure what the gods have done to this country. Even some myopic diehard Nationalists felt some relief when the hell of the PN administration was thrashed into the gloom and the Labour Party took over Castille and the rest of Malta. As an...