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06/03/2017
by Der Heckler
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The Levee Breaks

Today I’ve turned down the opportunity to go on state TV to speak about the current political state. I regretted the decision, if only for a few minutes; deep down my bigger loyalty was to my recent vow of silence on political matters. But in a country like ours, this was always a shaky vow. Continue Reading →

14/11/2016
by Der Heckler
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You are the Establishment

The photo accompanying this post is admittedly horrific. It’s bad Photoshop. The subject matter is horrific too: two leaders with neoliberal economic policies, colourless faces donning the hair of a neoliberal tycoon, a madman nonetheless, who has just taken control of what we understand to be the world’s biggest democracy (and net exporter, in terms of tonnes of bombs). Continue Reading →

31/08/2016
by Der Heckler
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Demolishing Jerma is the first step in the Bugibbification of Marsascala

There is no denying the referendum on spring hunting effectively marks a turnaround in government’s policy on the environment: Muscat was quick to say the environmentalist vote mattered. In fact, businessmen and developers around Malta took his words seriously and, eyes glimmering, intensified their volley of permit applications in ODZ areas at the speed of a German Panzer coloumn entering Warsaw. Continue Reading →

23/08/2016
by Der Heckler
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Three years later, Labour has finally punched below the belt. Hitting the wrong people.

Rewind to a couple of years ago when a really minor brouhaha involving Norman Vella, John Bundy, Silvio Scerri and obviously Joseph Muscat made it to the newspapers. Bundy, now CEO at PBS, told former TVM “journalist” Norman Vella not to blame Muscat or any other (Labour) politician for his return to the immigration department, because Scerri was the one who ordered it. Scerri has since then sued Bundy, but I’m not really bothered about the substance of what are essentially loud and resonating handbags between drama queens. Continue Reading →

08/08/2016
by Der Heckler
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The high rises represent a mere symbol of a huge disease

Last week two phrases often uttered by MEP Alfred Sant came to mind, interrupting my afternoon kip. One of them was the overused and outworn “xamma ta’ korruzzjoni,” (the whiff of corruption) which Sant used in political debates, often levelling accusations he couldn’t prove even though most of us down here in the electorate sensed something was off. How Sant made it to my afternoon dreams is something for the shrink to assess: a sitdown with the expensive nosey lard-arse is overdue. Recently, I’m also having recurring dreams about being trapped in a huge tower in Sliema during a real estate convention hosted by Paul Vincenti.

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