Amateur criminologists had a field day with the New Year's Day double-killing, now happily blown off the national gossip agenda by the Franco Debono "look at me, I'm Sandra Dee" saga.

In the same vein, amateur psychologists are having great fun trying to determine how an apparently normal politician, even if there is a touch of the oxymoronic in that phrase, can choose to blow himself out of the water so comprehensively, putting paid to any political ambitions he may once have had.

It can't be that he thinks he now has a future in the Labour Party, can it?

Nothing would surprise me, of course, given the opportunism and cynicism this party's supporters have been showing in the media, mainstream and social, but surely its leaders are not that dumb. Labour, currently quoting Debono as if he was the non plus ultra of political and constitutional thought, will soon scrape him off their shoes like an undesirable adherence.

And if Debono doesn't have a future with Labour, then he has none in the political context, because the PN certainly won't have him back, even if he went crawling with enough humble pie to feed the whole Executive for the next five years.

Maybe he thinks he's so much the bee's knees that if he sets up his own party, he will be swept to victory like a latter-day Messiah?

Yeah, right, that's going to happen.

I'm not saying he doesn't think it could, because his pitiful performance on Bla Agenda, where he made it crystal clear that he thinks that he is more than worthy of high office and that he was sorely miffed that his status as a high-flyer hasn't been appropriately recognised, coupled with his waving his dog-eared school report around, is proof positive that Debono thinks he is everything but a political nonentity.

He'll excuse me if, after rolling on the floor laughing, I respectfully disagree: he isn't fit to run a cub-scout pack, on the evidence.

So, what is behind his rush to oblivion, this unseemly haste to achieve the status of political nothing, which he has effectively achieved, as will be seen when the dust settles?

It is clear that what drives Debono is his conviction that his worth is inestimable. All he does, while protesting that he doesn't need a shrink or that he is so really, really good at everything he does or that the PM is out to get him because he (the PM) is being ordered around by a shadowy cabal of unidentified conspirators, is give us examples of his achievements in the past, such as they are.

This is in between spouting pork-pies of gargantuan proportions, like the ludicrous lines that his issues are way more important than the economy or that the country has been suffering for years because his issues haven't been addressed. You will have noticed that he fails to tell us why this is so, leading me to the conclusion that he is incapable of original thought but merely restricts himself to sound-bites and slogans.

Which brings us back to the question, why is he doing this, apart from the obvious reason that his mission-statement is "me, me, me, me"?

Try this for a reason: he is completely obsessed with being one up on his old class-mate, Joseph Muscat. He has realised that he has no chance of achieving this, because the only way would be to become PM or President, both of which are beyond his reach for so many, so obvious, reasons.

So he is now going to gift the Premiership to Muscat, knowing that it will be he who has given it to him on a silver platter, putting Muscat always in his debt.

That's my skinning of this particular onion, anyway. Pity we have to be put through this childishness.