Even though the summer heat will now take some of the heat out of the political situation, a number of commentators and pundits are still whinging about how it is time for the PM to call an election, despite his recent indication that he intends to carry on with the business of governing the country.

No less an august purveyor of opinion as this newspaper’s editorial column has said this twice or more in the last couple of days, to the extent that you’d think that the Times has nothing better planned for the future than extensive campaign coverage and it wants to ensure that its resources are deployed, instead of concentrating on the fluffy summer stuff that would normally be its normal bill of fare about now.  The same applies to virtually all journalists or wannabe-journalists I know, they secretly want the thrill of a campaign, because it approaches real journalism, a trade they have eschewed for their agenda-driven press-release regurgitating current pastime.

There’s the plethora of Labour’s Lil’Elves, simply reflecting their Sublime (now holidaying) Leader’s gagging for the keys to Castille, given that they think it’s a foregone conclusion that if an election was held, he’d be wafted to power on a tsunami of voter “like”, a’ la Facebook.

There’s the Respected Elders of the Columns, the Lino Spiteris and the Michael Falzons of this world, whose only raison d’etre is to snipe at the Government, to remind us, if you will, that theirs was the era that mattered and none other.

There’s the Alternattiva Demokratika, who want a shot at the polls, nice chaps that they are not noticing that it’s not about them, and never really has been.

And then there’s us, the Great Unwashed, many of whom simply repeat the mantra “the Government has problems, the country is ungovernable, they need to do something” and since calling an election is something, it should be done.  The logical deficit in that, of course, is self-evident.

But, I really have to ask, why should an election be called? 

Given the polls, why, in the name of all that’s sensible, would the Prime Minister call an election now, when his party is in the doldrums, just to hand over Castille to Joseph Muscat and his band of brothers and their half-baked, undefined, less clear than muddily-vague list of wishes and promises to be all things to all men?  It’s not as if the country is going downhill at a rate of knots, for all Labour’s wishful thinking, after all

And when you analyse the current political “crisis”, what do you boil it down to, really? 

Two, almost three, PN electees are feeling their oats, for reasons that are purely personal to them and attributable to their psychological make-up and inner motivations, factors which have little if not less to do with objective reasons why they should challenge their Government.  Yes, I know, they doth protest, even if way too loudly, that their motives are as pure as the driven snow and all that, but hey, you, an intelligent reader, and I, who wasn’t born yesterday, know that this is hogwash of the first water.  I’d love to see the way they’d be handled if, say, they were operating at Westminster, the place that the one amongst them who thinks he’s such a Constitutional scholar so loves to cite, and the PM had a bit of a cushion to absorb their rebellious streak.

So there we have it: just because the PM is plagued by a trio of pouting mavericks, whose motivations are pretty clear, he should abandon ship and rat out, just because everyone, each of whom has his own darn clear agenda, says so.  

That’s not the way politics is run: sometimes, capitulation is inevitable, as it would be if the three turncoats were to use their strong arms (arms that are strong only because of circumstances that have nothing to do with them or their attributes, such as they are) but until that point in time, it is the PM’s duty to do right by this country and not vote for Xmas just because Joseph Muscat stamps his little foot.