why?
Yesterday I heard that Hasting's Gardens, fresh from a spending spree of 300 000 liri, was vandalized. I cannot help but admire the people who did that; the subtleness, the wit, the sarcasm they've shown is beyond anything my imagination could fathom.
Dearest Vandals,
Yes, the system may suck.
Down with the system! you may say. (You could also use coarser words, but this blog has it's dignity, even though no one reads it...)
Stick it up to The Man!
But when the system and its Man give you somewhere where to sit and snog, you could at least say thank you. Or better still, shut up.
But no, you spray red paint all over something new.
And if you're another disappointed contractor; find a job. The market for professional assholes is already saturated, with most people having one just as an excuse to be one themselves.
This takes me back to the rape of Mnajdra. And of Bieb il-Bombi. And that lovely pjazza the Zurrieq local council has kindly messed up. And the Wied Iz-Zurrieq Belvedere.
The Belvedere must be the contractor's desk, with cash flowing in, courtesy of the taxpayer's money. And you can't see a damn thing but the pavement and the rails, unless you're as tall as I am, and I know for a fact that many are not.
When will we learn?
Better still, when will we start dipping these people in acid and leaving them there?
Good night.
Dearest Vandals,
Yes, the system may suck.
Down with the system! you may say. (You could also use coarser words, but this blog has it's dignity, even though no one reads it...)
Stick it up to The Man!
But when the system and its Man give you somewhere where to sit and snog, you could at least say thank you. Or better still, shut up.
But no, you spray red paint all over something new.
And if you're another disappointed contractor; find a job. The market for professional assholes is already saturated, with most people having one just as an excuse to be one themselves.
This takes me back to the rape of Mnajdra. And of Bieb il-Bombi. And that lovely pjazza the Zurrieq local council has kindly messed up. And the Wied Iz-Zurrieq Belvedere.
The Belvedere must be the contractor's desk, with cash flowing in, courtesy of the taxpayer's money. And you can't see a damn thing but the pavement and the rails, unless you're as tall as I am, and I know for a fact that many are not.
When will we learn?
Better still, when will we start dipping these people in acid and leaving them there?
Good night.
posted by d. at 21:44
5 Comments:
Hello Mr for all I know Dejv! Hopefully, you will do us, and most probably yourself a great service, by choosing politics as your career and trying to put some of those heavy-weight-strong words and ideas into actions!Your website was one of the most enjoyable pieces of literature I have had the good fortune to come across in a very long time on the net! By all means do not dispirit yourself if no one reads what you have to say. Persevere!
Maybe later... Is there a name I can attach to this lovely remark?
My main reason for writing is that the "Maybe later" in your comment has made me curious! Do you then actually mean, in very simple terms, that I will have the pleasure of electing one non-ape minded politician to the Maltese Parliament? If that is what you actually meant, then all my wishes have been answered! As for my name it is ...
Iona Caruana! Again keep making my life more entertaining!
The maybe later is what it is, and one of it's possible outcomes is what you just said.
Cheerio!
"But when the system and its Man give you somewhere where to sit and snog, you could at least say thank you."
Come to think of it, maybe that's what they wrote!
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