So I was climbing out of my hole back in March and I said to myself—welcome to a brave new world where the sun doth shine, the days be warm and the world be brighter.

Yeah I remember most fondly that day of March 9 when all the ills of the country were to be swept aside. The splitters, the splashers, the switchers all joined together to start this poor country afresh. The birds went a-twitter, the rats were all dispersed. Life was at last fresh, and the air clean.

They laboured on and now, after a mere few months of life under the new administration all is good. All is wholesome.

When things go drastically wrong all hell breaks loose—and all is fixed. The citizenship legislation has some hollow trap then off they go, admit their silliness and scrap it. And our most faithful Minister who looks after our money quickly goes to the EU Parliament of Fools and speaks most profoundly and learnedly about our mistake with citizenship. He spoke so well that no one of normal intelligence understood him. He is a professor, a big mind. A whacking of immeasurable proportions was delivered because he even conceded the entire project had been done in haste. He even said Henley are so-so.

Some other silly hare once told me that in Malta there is a saying that hurried cats produce blind kittens. Henley were, I am more than morally sure, contracted by the PN to stir up trouble for Malta’s—Joseph Muscat’s—great ideas. Because if the madly intelligent Professor does not know their name surely he did not have any meetings with Henley Something to discuss the small print of the contract Malta signed with them. Hence Henley is a rabid PN front. Maybe Henley’s second name which escaped us all is Simon? Or Busuttil?

I smell perfidy—I smell trouble. I smell ignoble dealings between Simon Busuttil’s cohorts and Henley to scupper Malta’s flight into riches. We had it all kitted out, we were on the way to Caribbean fame and fervour.

Now this awful offal of a man Simon the Brave, Simon the Clooney clone has stated that no agreement has been reached or is anywhere near being reached regarding the citizenship shambles. As usual he talks a load of bullish bullshots.

He has not yet cottoned on to the fact that the sun is now shining and consensus will be reached whether he likes it or not. Joseph Muscat is our sun—the March hare spoketh.