Strange things happen in this world. Today the good old world should be ending but this morning the alarm clock still woke me up with its infernal ringing. So I presume—unless we are all in some delusional post-apocalyptic state—I, and most of us, are alive.

Driving around Malta you might think the other Mayan prophecy has come to pass. The one that didn’t predict the end of the world but that said it was the end of our era and the start of a new one where all humans would be better, more benign and not interested in stuff like greed, malice and spite. Seeing the billboards you’d imagine we had drifted into this non-political, unbelievably good world. Where are all the billboard jokes about Austin Gatt and his band of failed crooks? And where are the billboards telling us in the minutest of details all about Labour plans?

Then after a few more bus rides I read in a newspaper all about deputy leaders. And politics, alas, came back to haunt me with a vengeance. Anglu Farrugia has resigned. So more mayhem in the boxing ring and to hell with Yuletide peace.

Simon Busuttil seems to have used a killer punch and after one round sent the labour counterpart reeling. To be exact Joseph Muscat asked his second in command to resign because of what Anglu said about a magistrate. Oh yes and if you believe that the next thing you will be saying is that the Mayans were right about us becoming nicer, worthier humans.

The bets are out on who is going to become the new Labour Party deputy leader. Let’s leave Franco Debono aside. Oh no—we can’t. We seem to be cursed for evermore. Wasn’t he going to be history once he plunged his sword into the practically moribund Gonzi Government? Instead he seems to have been revived—and re-inflated—by Labour as their own deputy leader on Xarabank.

So why have a contest for deputy leader in this tough pre-electoral time? It would be far better to keep Franco Debono. No bloodshed to be had and no time wasted on internal campaigning and voting.

It all fits like a surgical glove—Franco is, after all, the one who criticised Gonzi & Co most. So go on let’s not lose him from our political front—we bloggers need him as much as, if not more, then Christmas needs pasturi and qagħaq tal-ghasel. And he also has all the answers to anything under the sun—including our most beloved of pastimes, l-insib(bird trapping). So do please keep Franco as deputy leader.

Now why did that alarm ring?

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