The Lou Bondi’ saga trundles on, with the PM frantically trying to mollify his people and the rest of the world having a good old snigger. Actually, not the whole rest of the world is having a snigger, just those of us who appreciate the irony of the way Muscat has been hoist by his own “Taghna Lkoll” petard. Others are less amused, for different reasons.

Mr Joe Grima, pictured rather unflatteringly on “another blog”, has been fulminating rather strongly about the Bondi’ nomination.

The richness of this, redolent as it is with heavy irony bordering on the hypocritical, seems to escape Mr Grima. This is a gentleman who, not so long ago, was removed from Super One (or whatever they call Labour’s propaganda arm nowadays) reportedly because he was so virulent about something written in the Catholic Herald (was it there?) that he went beyond the bounds even of that station.

Previous to that, he managed to host a whole programme discussing, by sheer chance, Mr Bondi’ but thought it not necessary to contact the object of his affections directly, to give him an opportunity to give his side. Seriously, he should just shut up about Bondi’ being appointed to the National Festivities Foundation.

But shutting up and being Joe Grima are not attributes that fit neatly alongside each other and I suppose we should resign ourselves to hearing more about this pretty innocuous appointment for quite some time yet. This is because, you see, people like Joe Grima have a monopoly, at least in their own minds, on the appreciation of how things should be done and to people of his ilk, when Labour win an election, Labour gets to have it all.

It’s not as if this hasn’t been the case, bar a few isolated instances (and I’m not talking about Dalli or Pullicino Orlando, either, for obvious reasons) and frankly, I don’t see that it should be any other way, in most cases, but Joe Grima getting on his high horse and screeching like a stuck pig because Bondi’ has been asked to contribute just goes to show what sort of mentality a significant portion of the Labour Party espouses. “Taghna Kollha” is more like it.

The same applies, of course, to Manwel Cuschieri’s brother Joseph, who gallantly conceded his seat in the House so that Joseph Muscat could become Leader of the Opposition. One wonders whether he’s not regretting the idea, now, so loud has he been in his condemnation of the said Joseph Muscat’s nomination of Bondi’.

The bitterness and venom that greeted Bondi’s appointment were reflected, of course, in the comments boards. It’s not that I read them all that much, there’s a limit to the amount of vileness, racism and sheer pig-ignorance that I can take, but some of the comments are downright sick. Such is life, though it is somewhat worrying when you get people who should know better, bloggers and columnists who hold themselves in high esteem, even if not many others do, let their base instincts take hold of them to the extent that they are unable to prevent their personal dislike coming through.

They know who they are, and I am loath to give them the oxygen they crave, but really, guys, do try to control yourselves.

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