Like many other people, I seem to have been ignoring the MEP Election a bit. I've also been ignoring you, having just noticed that the last time I blogged was last Saturday - sorry about that, you know how it is, what with Man U winning the Champions League and Joseph Muscat giving everyone a spin in his nice new car, I was a bit distracted.

I don't know why it is that the MEP thing doesn't seem to have caught my imagination. Maybe it's because I'm believing the forgone conclusion line that Labour seem to be spinning. You know the one I mean, the one that goes "we're going to whup Gonzi and we're going to whup him good".

Fair enough, perhaps they are, though for the life of me, their way of going about this seems to be peculiar to say the least. Never ones for quiet confidence and coming over all competent and the like, the cogs in the Labour machine are forging ahead blindly. This is hardly surprising, since they've got what's-is-name Micallef at the helm and, I hear, they've dispensed with the services of one of the few people who knew what he was doing during an election, Michael Falzon.

So confident are they that they're going to win, it seems, that they've come to the conclusion that they don't need Dr Falzon. Well, that's as may be, but there's a difference between winning and winning properly and - let's assume they are going to win this time, for what it's worth - simply muddling through because the voters want, for whatever reason, to give a bit of a black eye to the Government isn't going to stand them in much stead come the real contest in four years' time.

Especially if they make the sort of messes they're prone to make whenever they're being run by those rank amateurs they seem to attract to their ranks.

For instance, there's a central plank to the Labour campaign which has "the Nasty Nats are going to make you pay for health care" in letters three feet high.

Leave aside the fact that the Government has said repeatedly that this is a lie, pure and simple. Leave aside that Labour's Golden Oldie, Edward Scicluna himself has said that, actually, making health care less like giving away Smarties during a kiddies' party might not be such a horrendous idea.

Leave aside that the only people who seem to believe the Labour Party, to the extent that they've come out and asked the Government to say it ain't so is the General Workers' Union. Now there's a surprise.

Leave all these things aside.

Then answer me this question: what, in the name of the Great God Logic, does the notion that health care is - if you believe Labour, which is never a good idea - going to be charged for have to do with which candidate is to be elected to represent us in the Great Brussels Talking Shop?

I mean, it's not as if the chap at the dizzying apex of power within the Labour Party wasn't quite diligent in having been in Brussels, where he would have learnt that, actually, what national governments do is not the stuff with which European Parliamentary dramas are filled.

If this line, say, was being pushed by Glenn of the Bedding Field or John Le Cruise, then perhaps you would forgive them, the first being a rank newbie, the second hardly ever there, apparently. If the slogan was the product of the fevered imaginations of Drs Abela and Farrugia, Muscat's faithful sidekicks, then again, forgiveness and comprehension would be the order of the day.

No, Muscat should know very well that a) the whole story is a convenient fabrication in the first place and b) it has absolutely nothing to do with the EU or with the question being put to us, namely, which of these candidates do you want to represent you?

But since when did truth, relevance and consistency ever have anything to do with an election, whatever it's for? As long as the faithful can all go carcading next Sunday, that's all right then.

The rest of us will just have to bear in mind Luke 23:24 and grin and bear it.