The first time I heard him speak he impressed me. Calm, cool and collected, with that ever present cheeky smile on his face, he was very firm and convinced about what he was talking about. Maybe he did come across as a proud kinda guy to some but in my eyes at least, he was as straight as a ramrod, assertive and totally sure of what he was about to say... yet nice with it. That was, is and I hope will always be Jason Micallef.
When I heard that he was going to terminate his post as secretary general of the PL, my eyes widened in dismay yet a thought flashed across my mind: Who on earth would be suitable to replace him when the guy was utterly indispensable? But someone has to!
Many people would describe him in a thousand different ways but I always see him in the same light.
The cheeky, grinning guy who always faced the lions even in their own den (PN) with a glint in his eye and who with his arguments would actually convince the invincible Mohammed Ali that he was a transvestite. Who will replace Mr Micallef? Who will run over the PN’s general secretary like a fast car runs over the US highway? Who would, with no premeditated speech close by, be so coherent when talking about the views of the Labour Party?
Funny how in just one week Marisa Micallef actually hissed at the blues to go and take a slow boat to China and joined the PL at the same time as Mr Micallef left the reds. Again my thoughts divert to the same question: Who on earth will be adequate to replace him?
To state that this particular event has made a dent in my heart is putting it mildly. It has absolutely and completely confused me above all other things when I remember that his power was returned to him through the voting of the delegates after the last election yet he has now resigned from his post.
Labour party supporters would not be termed as making much ado about nothing concerning the resignation of Mr Micallef because no doubt, he was a great asset to the party I hold close to my heart.
I have no doubt that he will live up to expectations in his new job. Being the kind of guy he is, he will probably be successful in teaching frogs how to sing like Ira Losco, never mind heading Super One, but the thoughts persist over and over and over again like a rolling ball which seems unlikely to stop moving: Who will be good enough to replace Jason Micallef? If you ask me, there is no one.