Saturday, March 01, 2008
"...I whistle a happy tune..."
Its General Election time in Malta right now...more like Comedy Hour Special. Bring on the popcorn! Its an open house fantasia moviethon which comes with a PG rating to ensure that every infantile can enjoy the show. It comes with intermissions which are wasted on those twisted cynical Floater Voters who'll already have pissed in their pants laughing. (...damn it, my bubblegum pink knickers arent colour-fast!) While two tribes go to 
war. Over what? Which party is going to fuk em up the least. There's one leader who looks like he's been used as target practice by the Taliban Slingshot Squad; who has the sauve demeanour of a practiced door-to-door salesman. There's the other leader who looks like he was put through the wash when the label reads DRY CLEAN ONLY; who engages in discussions with the tepid enthusiasm of someone who can't wait to get back to watching his favourite TV channel. He seems somewhat disparaging; not really enjoying the game. He shouldnt be a politician, let alone leader of the opposition. Cos c'mon we all know, at least those of us who can thread beads onto a string without keeling over, politicians are there to play games with our heads. And charge us for it.The cheek! The balls of it! Oh get real. Dont you know that anyone who runs for political office must be either an idealist on a suicide mission or an upgraded version of the schoolyard bully.
A Society gets the government it deserves. Ho ho, well THATS comforting. I should pack up my toys and retire to an idyllic island in the sun...hey wait! I thought I had. Sod it. My space capsule must have drifted into the wrong dimension.
(disclaimer: images wantonly and unscrupulously stolen from various websites..so screw me!)Labels: comedy, corruption, Malta, politics
