As I believe I had reported, if not, I'm doing it now, at a party before the elections, I had come across a gentleman (and I use the term loosely) who had said that he would not be voting (code for "I will be voting Labour") because "I hate Gonzi".

I remember at the time shaking my head in wonderment at this, at how a consummate gentleman, for all his human and political faults, such as Lawrence Gonzi could provoke such a strength of emotion from a man who had, in the Maltese phrase, "sar nies" under the various Nationalist governments.

As always, the hater becomes the object of pity and his victim holds his head high, but that's not the point.

Now that Gonzi has bared his soul (Sunday Times interview) I hope that many are happy.

I don't mean to ask whether they are happy that he went through five years of trials and tribulations that they, intellectual and moral midgets compared to Gonzi, would have collapsed under, lost without a trace. That they are happy about this probably goes without saying.

Or whether they are happy now that the calibre of the man has come shining through, with their own utter insufficiency and deficiency shown up in the sharpest of sharp contrasts.

No, the questions I am asking are below.

Are they happy that josephmuscat.con, after gleefully exploiting his egotistical manias, appointed someone to oversee the process of Constitutional change who is evidently incapable of chairing a committee to choose the colour of the secondary toilet's rubbish bins within the smallest band-club in the tiniest hamlet?

Are they happy that they have elected to run the country a Government that was so unprepared to govern that they had to resort to part-timers or volunteers?And then have to run around in ever-decreasing circles trying to find solutions to the problems their own ineptitude created?

Are they happy to have fallen for the spiel churned out by josephmuscat.con, a spiel that endures even in Government, with policies, if they can be graced with that description, appearing to change from minute to minute, accompanied by a deafening silence from certain NGOs, though thankfully the media is waking up to its responsibilities?

Gonzi's performance on the macro level turns out to have been insufficient to overcome the shallowness of the chattering classes, the "me, me, me" mind-set of the comfortably-off, the vile green enviousness of the inept and the incapable, those whose turn it was, if only according to their own warped values.

That's as may be, that's politics in Europe in the early twenty-first century, and Gonzi has confirmed that he will be a gentleman to the end and move on.

We will be the poorer for it.