The summer is normally a quiet time politically in our sun-blessed islands, but not this year... or any other year while our nearly new and dynamic capo, Jo-zeff is running the show. Oh no, he never rests... buzzing hither and thither, sprinkling nothing but goody dust wherever he... er, buzzes.

And just lately he’s been buzzing to particularly beneficial effect: Viz his recent ground-breaking deal with our brothers to the south in Libya, to ensure that we get and keep a constant and cheap supply of petroleum products henceforth.

Prosit Jo-zeff... well done from all your loyal subjects. You see... our charismatic and lovable (c and l) leader gets things done... while the Opposition – leaderless and broke – go from bumbling disaster to inept calamity... and back again.

Now tell me, who else could have pulled off that deal with our desert brothers, eh? Oh sure, I’ve heard it said that if Is-Salvatur had been negotiating with Gaddafi, he’d not only have got us an unlimited supply of refined oil... he’d have managed to get it for nothing. In fact, it would have been the Libyans who’d have ended up paying us to take it off their hands.

Maybe, but nobody – not even the hibernating Opposition – can deny that so far... our c and l il-prim hasn’t put a foot wrong. And while he himself is forging ahead with sure-footed steadfastness, he is supported by the strongest team of ministers and MPs since the heady days of the early 1980s.

And no, of course I don’t believe the fatuous tittle-tattle, obviously emanating from the Opposition benches, that proclaims that poor little tubby Manuel is the worst minister since the days of Karmenu’s Cabinet... and not forgetting the inept Austin. There have been many worse than him... Manuel that is... and if you give me an hour or two I’ll list them.

Nobody – not even the hibernating Opposition – can deny that so far... our c and l il-prim hasn’t put a foot wrong

And now, not content with rubbishing Tweedle Manuel, they are also having a go at his chef de mission... Syl-the-shrill. Or as he is better known: Syl Don’tYouKnow WhoIAm... bless him. And all because some Opposition scandal rag has seen fit to point out his perceived delusions of adequacy. Rubbish! The man is perfectly adequate... and I have that from the highest authority... himself.

Moving swiftly on: After all, the purpose of this blog is the ‘eulogisification’ of our dear leader – not the denigration of his henchmen. The latest Opposition ploy to besmirch our c and l leader’s near-perfect start to his reign is particularly perfidious.

For some unaccountable reason they have taken exception to our charismatic and lovable one taking a short cruise... by way of a few days away from metamorphosing this island from a litter-strewn mess to the paradise our Jo-zeff envisages. Can you believe the pettiness of these people? And he didn’t even hitch a lift on some local tycoon’s gin palace... oh no – he went commercial – which is the true and socialist thing to do.

Furthermore, I have it on excellent authority that work was never far from the great one’s mind. I’m told he was in constant contact with Castille throughout his ‘vacation’... and actively working for you and me at least 21 hours out of 24 daily. So there!

One absolutely final word on our c and l leader’s vanishing hairline. Some crass respondents to this blog saw fit to dispute my assessment of our dear one, if or when he decides to shave off the vestigial bum-fluff that currently struggles for survival on his pate.

I likened a glabrous Jo-zeff to a young Winston Churchill... my adversaries saw him as a dead ringer for Mussolini. How dare they attempt to besmirch the pristine character of the one we all love... and some of us even know – or think we do.

Comments:

VoiceOfReason writes:

As that well-known blogger put it: “You truly are an odious, contemptible, ‘snivilling’ little weasel.”

BB replies: You spelt ‘snivelling’ wrong.

Brown-nose writes:

Yesssssssssss! You really tell it like it is. It must be absolute heaven to be so close to the great one.