Over Saturday, we saw a good example of the way Labour's Puny Elves react when faced with some home truths.

For reasons which escape me, on Saturday night we were watching "Dissett", a talk show that tackles current affairs. Guests on it were Minister Tonio Fenech and Labour's manifesto writer, the Hon. Karmenu Vella.

They were discussing, of all things on prime time weekend telly, the Special Purpose Vehicle (i.e. the company) that the Government is setting up to finance the building of the City Gate project. I am no financial whiz kid, by a long chalk, but the only non-interested commentator on the programme of the three wheeled on to give his erudite opinion, my old friend Prof. Lino Briguglio, gave the idea a clean bill of health, and Minister Fenech was quite clear on the reasons for the strategy.

This of course did not stop the Hon. Vella from pouring scorn on the whole idea, bolstering his (non-) arguments with the usual snide remarks that pour from the (so-called) Left whenever sound arguments are made. Someone seems to instilled in them a very strong streak of love for sound-bites, because every argument Labour makes consists only in these yelps, with no substance to them beyond that usually found in the school-yard or on the Church Parvis.

We also had the same thing happening on the comments board below the story of the way the PM had put on record his admiration of Richard Cachia Caruana's work for the country.

The usual suspects, Privitera, Brincat and the rest, responded in the usual tones of bitterness and envy that have come to define their contributions. Their grasp of the way government is carried out, and the manner in which Government representatives do their work, is poor in the extreme, it need hardly be said. They seem to have this strange idea that the governance of the country should only be progressed in a way that pleases them, that is to say according to what they think benefits their own agenda.

That this is poppycock, in fact balderdash, need hardly be written.

The cherry on their cake, however, is to be seen when they close their grunting, sometimes scarcely coherent, interventions with the refrain "why don't you ask [Franco] Debono and JPO what they think of RCC?"

The answer to this, succinctly, is "why?"

Why should the opinion of a has-been politician (Pullicino Orlando, by his own admission) or of someone whose views about everything under the sun have, by now, become so predictable that they need not be requested, be of any relevance whatsoever? These two individuals, who have every right to their opinion (a right that is not automatically granted when Labour are in power) are not representative of the country, whatever they might think.

But I forget, Labour has to keep lionising them, because they are Labour's Great White Hopes, their road to gratification and the exaltation of the Great Leader.