Anyone who remembers the village halls scattered across Malta and Gozo will recall how farces were performed on makeshift stages—complete with a short “anti-farce” before the play, usually a man cracking jokes before the curtain rose on the absurdity.
That, dear readers, is precisely what the Nationalist Party has become.
For five whole years, the PN’s anti-farce was Bernard Grech. Joke after joke, ‘ċuċati’ that led nowhere. A man who seemed better suited to write wedding invitations and baptism pamphlets than to lead a political force. And when he finally ran out of punchlines, he threw in the towel. As this portal correctly predicted last April, Bernard returned to what he knows best—paper, ink, and poetic clichés for holy sacraments, though priestly ordinations are getting scarce these days.
And now that the anti-farce is over, the full-blown farce begins.
Welcome to the Delia–Borg Show.
Adrian Delia — the man who was once leader, then booted out after chaos, rebellion, and backroom coups. And Alex Borg — barely out of his political diapers, puffed up with self-importance, but without the intellectual firepower or party network to back it up. One has the scars, the baggage, and the business ties. The other has a bloated ego, a few TikTok fans, and an island-sized inferiority complex masked as youthful ambition.
And the PN’s members?
They’re spectators in this crumbling theatre of absurdity.
The machine seems to favour Delia. Age, contacts, legal polish, years in Parliament, and a certain way of talking that appeals to some within the business community. He knows how the party works, and crucially — the party knows him.
Then there’s Borg —
Young, loud, inexperienced, and with a campaign launch so pathetic it couldn’t fill a bocci club. His leadership campaign was unveiled in Triq Blackley, Pietà, in front of fewer than 100 people — 70 of them his loyal Gozo constituents bussed over for the night. A leadership campaign? Or a school outing? His political journey started not with a bang, but with a whimper.
And yet, the farce plays on.
The Labour Government remains rock-solid both in Parliament and among the people. Stability is our greatest strength.
The so-called “ignorant” Labourites of the past are long gone. Today’s Labour Movement is sharper, wiser, and more strategic than ever. Let the PN sink deeper into its own self-inflicted comedy. Let the curtain rise again and again on this tragic farce.
Our job is simple:
Keep governing. Keep delivering. Keep implementing our electoral manifesto.
And when 2027 time comes, we’ll be ready, united, focused, and poised to win again by 40,000 votes. That’s when the final curtain will fall on the PN’s theatre of the absurd.
By then, maybe, just maybe, the engineers who once drew up the PN headquarters’ blueprints will return — not with political plans, but with excavation permits to demolish the building and replace it with apartments to pay off just a sliver of their €45 million debt.
Until then — let the farce continue. We’ll be busy running the country.
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Beggars are not choosers.
If we look from a PL’s perspective, a party who had a choice to replace JM, the party machine went for a politician still understanding how to wear his political diaper. He was lucky enough to be surrounded with A-class persons and the rest is history.
Jekk Il-gemel idur u jara hotobtu, jaqa’ u jmut zoptu.