Words seem to lose their meaning sometimes, especially when employed by Labour's Little Weasels. These un-cuddly creatures, characterised by their bitterness and fondness for deploying ad hominem arguments on the comments boards, used to be called Lil'Elves and they haven't changed much, except for their expansion into social media, where they don't use bitterness and insult.

You can easily recognise them, they're either the usual suspects who are only fit to be ignored, or the bright and cheery ones, generally on Facebook and the like, who gush on and on about how positive Joseph Muscat is and how brilliant his policies are, without bothering to make even the slightest effort to be critical.

You can't really blame them, of course, they take their lead from the Party itself, which early on after the removal of Dr Alfred Sant from the equation adopted a 'say anything promise anything as long as it gets a vote'.

So we had chorus after chorus, for example, of how ugly the Piano Project is and what a disgrace and moan and groan and whinge and whine. If you walk through it now, apart from the horrible kiosks selling all manner of tat, which one hopes will be shoved off soon, you get an uplifting feeling and you can see how fine the project actually is.

So much for that pre-election bitchin' bout, then.

They used other, way more serious, verbal gymnastics in order to hoover up the votes: the Delimara power station, before the elections, was a cancer factory. Now, after the elections, the news comes out that there is absolutely no evidence that this is the case, and Muscat and his minions scramble madly trying to spin the story back onto the rails.

Shame on you, Minister, for evoking pain and suffering when you had no reason to: no reason, that is, apart from from your breathless desire to get into Government.

Joseph Muscat, before the elections, no doubt because he wanted to confirm to all and sundry that he respects the rule of law and all that, had said that in the Farrugia Sacco case, he would respect the decision of the Commission for the Administration of Justice.

Now, instead, the impeachment motion has been booted back, something on the lines of the way we used to play footy in the old days, kick it anywhere as long as it's not towards an own-goal. There is legal advice for this, of course, but in politics, it's not how many pins can fit on the head of an angel but what it looks like, and in the Farrugia Sacco Case, it sure looks as if someone is trying to cover the Judge's ass.

Before the elections, Labour and its Little Weasels raised hell about the environment, with doom and gloom being presaged whichever way you look. Today, the doom and gloom has evaporated and while the tree-huggers squeak, the environment is bent over a bench and beaten soundly.

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