Sunday's important news: Dr Joseph Muscat demands an apology for the frame-up. Not as important as the results of the UK elections, but up there in the headlines nonetheless.

Let's be clear, I'm quite prepared to believe that Dr Justyne Caruana said "Yes". Thing is, I'm equally prepared to believe that quite a number of blokes sitting on the Government benches thought they heard her say "no", and if anyone tells me that the recordings are clear (I haven't heard them and nor do I intend to, frankly, watching paint dry would be less tedious) I'll just invite them to listen to any live-mike recording of a crowded room.

That having been said, might I, with all due respect (in other words, not much) ask "who the flipping hell cares?" Equally, who cares that Mr Mario Galea said "yes" when he meant "no".

Who, other than the eager-beaver, limited-imagination, barrack-room lawyers who poured the produce of their scant IQ out onto the ‘Net, mainly in Twitter and Facebook, pretending to be shock-horrored because the Government had lost a vote and then resorted to anti-democratic foulness in order to cover it up, I mean?

It's indicative of the abysmal poverty of Labour's argument that not even its smug apologists, the Elfin Babes who populate many of the opinion columns, could bring themselves seriously to stand up for Dr Joseph Muscat's "it's my party and I'll cry if I want to" act last Thursday.

Let's have a quick look at what we, the great unwashed, were rendered privy to last Thursday, shall we?

Incidentally, I do wish they wouldn't do their spoilt-brat acts on a Thursday, my Beck column goes to bed on Thursday morning, and I do so like to be current.

Well, this is what went down man, innit, as the yuffs like to put it.

First, we had an enormous build-up to the debate, with Muscat, resplendent in a Cleggy-look-alike tie on Sunday in front of the massed (and mightily bored) ranks of representatives of the mittelklass, vowing to chuck himself in front of a moving train and calling on all the Emily Pankhursts in the Government's ranks to do the same, showing thusly their love of the family, mom and apple pie.

The steam kept building all through the week - to be honest, I have to add "I assume" to that, ‘cos I actually have no idea, boredom with the whole thing having kicked in way earlier - and then Thursday dawned, with the prospect of a Great Debate.

And then the comedy started.

I confess, I wasn't glued to my radio listening to every word that sprang from the roseate lips of the members of the Republic's Loyal Opposition, but now that the dust has settled, it seems that the most important factor in the whole thing was the fact that one of the Government's backbenchers is employed with a company that is associated by common shareholding with a company that had an interest in constructing the power-station. He's not a shareholder, he's not a director, he's simply the HR Manager (I think) of one of the companies in the same group.

Now let me be fair: this might not have been the most important strand in the web of corruption of which the Auditor-General, in his almost infinite wisdom, did not find any hard evidence. In their eagerness to expose the corruption of which no hard evidence might have been found, Labour's Lads might not have perceived this fact to be the most vital, but so help me, with their bog-standard ineptness, they sure gave us, aforementioned great unwashed, the idea that it was the be-all and end-all of corruption.

From the outside looking in, where we mere mortals all are, this was the impression given, and forsooth, the impression I have now is that Labour don't know what it is important or not, significant or absolutely insignificant, relevant or completely out-of-point.

Not to put too fine a point on it: they don't have a clue.

And when they compound their ineptness, their sheer incompetence, by latching onto what was clearly a momentary lapse in concentration by a man who was tired to create an incident, then, sadly, Labour demonstrate that they're simply not up to the task, punto e basta. Do they really think that a vote in Parliament is lost because someone used the wrong word? This might be the way things are done in the Kazin tal-Labour of Mqabba or wherever, but in grown-up society, we don't act like this.

Read my lips, people: what happened last Thursday was no threat to democracy. If you want to talk about threats to democracy, hark back, as you make us with your inane posturing, to the days of Mintoff and KMB.

Yours was simply a childish stunt pulled by a bunch of people whose only reason for existing is to play to the gallery, a gallery stuffed with half-wits who lap up every morsel of empty silliness you chuck at them and vomit them back out onto the ‘Net.

If anyone should apologise, it's you, for dragging the country down to your level of vapid politics.