Hasta la Victoria Siempre! There are times when the jury does its duty and times when they just cannot be bothered by the whole razzmatazz. They just want it to get over and done with. To go back home and not bear this responsibility. It’s not right is it. Neither do such instances help tto build trust and confidence in the jury system.
Time and time again I have asked myself whether we, the non-labourites, are being too judgemental about Jason Micallef. Whether there is really something to be said in his favour. I do not think so. And on this hot August afternoon I can only imagine that delegates voted out of spite, out of some twisted instinct of self-preservation or out of boredom. And I am really biting my tongue not to say out of crass stupidity.
We started with the rih tal-bidla (wind of change) that was supposed to bring a terremot (earthquake) and a tsunami of change. Once the charades and the hugging was over and once the early honeymoon calmed down, there they went and voted back the worst label of non-change possible.
It-temp mistenni ikun bnazzi u jerga’ joqrob ghall-istagnar. Il-bahar wieqaf b’imbatt baxx mill-majistral.
Plus ça change.