Let it be known from the start that I think very little of politicians; I think that they are as useful as socks on a rooster,and I've always wondered whether it's politics that turns them into utter prats, or whether they get into politics because they already are prats.

Unfortunately, just like the chicken and egg quandary, there's no way of knowing for sure, but in a supposedly free country, everyone is free to speculate, and speculate I shall.

During the Franco Debono Vs Austin Gatt motion for no confidence saga,I heard and read hundreds of conspiracy theories. That Debono has lost his marbles was the most common conclusion, but there were some much more complex plots and schemes that I heard being voiced.

I shall not go into them here because, quite frankly, none of them make much sense, and given the size of our islands, and the webs we weave as we go along, we'll never know for sure whose strings were being pulled behind the scenes.But now that I've witnessed Gatt's arrogance episode no 6687, Debono's cold feet at the 11th hour, and the latest of Muscat's opportunistic political scheming, I think I've made up my mind once and for all that people go into politics because they already are prats!

I really can't see how genuinely good people, people whose egos are in check, people who have enough intelligent cells roaming through their heads, could ever consider getting involved in such fools' play and such a waste of everyone's time.

From where I stand – a comfortable high perch with absolutely no party affiliations whatsoever - it doesn't seem to matter which side of parliament a politician sits on, and it doesn't matter what background they hail from either, because whatever good intentions they start out with, it's only a matter of time before they end up as useless as tits on a bull.

Following the latest waste of tax payer's money - an 11 hour discussion that should have happened months ago - I can't help but conclude that those who choose to pursue a political career are the people who we must trust the least.

And, what's worse is that no matter how badly MPs mess up, they walk away with a healthy pension for life, courtesy of us, the taxpayers. Unlike the rest of us mortals, once they retire, none of them will need to worry about work, nor money, and of course, neither of them will ever need to catch a bus.

Wouldn't it be nice, if we could make a mess of our job, squander our employer's money, and then retire with our heads held high, a standing ovation, and incredible benefits for life?

But dream on we shall, because unlike our political Gods, in our mortal world, we're more likely to be sacked first.