I really don’t know what is happening to the PN. This glorious group of people who masterminded Independence and EU membership and a few other magical feats—like upgrading us seamlessly into the 21st century from a third-world country—now seems intent on imploding.

It’s quite understandable that after a few long years in power you get jaded and lose an election. To lose it in the fashion they did is rather obscene. All true to say writing was on the wall—but that’s’ definitely one problem the PN had. They became archaic and still thought that writing long-hand was still fresh and would do the trick. Labour, long the pariah of anything modern, learnt their lesson, turned socialism out, shook off their old torch, gave it a glitzy look and voilà the electorate was mesmerised. Forget the substance, stick to what guys and gals like today—buzz words, smiles and positive attitude.

But all this is beside the point. The imploding is happening way after the loss. Everyone is having a slug-fest and so helping Labour feel even more herculean and unbeatable. Even Franco Debono, JPO and the rest who left the ship are glowing in their gloating.

And now another seemingly impossible thing is hitting the party. In fact it sounds more of a funeral than a party. They have no money in their kitty. Only ray of hope left is maybe a businessman who has no clue about politics, lived abroad and is filthy rich and who is dying to be full of succour and feeling for this bluest of times in the PN’s history.

Life is tough when the only hope for the party that opposed divorce is a twice-divorced man. But then life on this rock can be quite strange.

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