Thou shalt not poke fun
Now I definitely won’t mention that lawyer—you know the one from Għaxaq who is such a super blue lover of his party that he voted with the torrid reds and ousted a fellow blue.
For starters the prime minister told us bloggers and co not to poke fun at said lawyer. Now sadly or thankfully—what a confusing world this is—Dr Gonzi in his infinite sagacity wasn’t referring to inconsequential me. His veiled reference, I’m morally convinced, was to some strange creature which blogs and which is variously referred to by the reds and the reddish pinks as witch, bitch and such other very nice epithets.
I just hope and pray that my mentioning her will not result in her getting her talons and fangs onto my fragile vermin skin especially now that she will have more time for such acts.
Anyway besides my various promises to steer away from politics I now have to obey the PM. Strange how these orders from on high are seen by free or silly sprites like me—because I was indirectly told to desist I wish to insist and poke fun at the good and mighty lasher from Għaxaq. But I am worried that the lawyer will answer me and poke fun at me and state with no hesitation that I write a load of rubbish, which maybe, or most probably, is true. Then after saying his bit about me he will proceed to blast me to kingdom come with no Buddha to save me. Because no prime minister said that wayward MPs are not to make fun of bloggers and people of that ilk. And I—because I obey my prime minister—won’t be able to answer him in kind.
That, dear prime minister, is hardly fair is it?