Better Hated for Conviction than Loved for Hypocrisy
Salvu Balzan
Expecting honesty from a mercenary like Salvu Balzan is simply too much.
Once again, Balzan regurgitates the same tired insults of the Nationalist Party, adding his own poison for good measure, in the hope that repetition might make a lie sound like truth. He desperately calls me a “right‑wing extremist.” He insults, he smears, and he hides behind fancy editorials to disguise his true role in Maltese politics: a mercenary for hire, bending according to who pays the bills.
For the past two years, during Biden’s weak presidency, his cheap newspaper ran attack pieces against me simply because I openly supported Donald Trump. I was the only Maltese voice unafraid to stand publicly with Trump, to carry his message, and to expose the globalist hypocrisy of the liberal elite. And what happened? After Trump’s massive victory last November, all the ridicule suddenly stopped. Not a word, not a line. Why? Because Balzan and his crowd found themselves — once again — on the wrong side of history.
This is nothing new. Balzan’s “crap newspaper” has built its entire reputation on being consistently wrong, consistently bitter, and consistently hostile to anyone who stands for strength, tradition, or national pride.
Then he goes a step further, painting me a “homophobe” simply for defending traditional family values. Let me repeat this clearly:
I will never apologise for defending family values. I will never apologise for standing against the dangerous social experiments sold falsely as “equality.” And I will certainly never apologise for recognising the leadership and vision of men like President Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, Donald Trump, Recep Tayyip Erdoğan, and Europe’s most courageous statesman, Viktor Orbán. These are leaders who refuse to bow to globalist blackmail — leaders who protect their people.
If Saviour Balzan sees this position as “hate,” then I say good. Because finally, he and his liberal clique are tasting their own bitter medicine — the hatred they’ve thrown at anyone who stands against their hollow moral preaching.
Balzan calls me a “jihadi in politics.” Fine. Better a jihadi — uncompromising, direct, unafraid of battle — than a mercenary like him, prostituting principles for clicks, sponsors, or whichever political wind fills his sails.
Saviour Balzan, a mercenary prostituting principles for clicks, sponsors, or whichever political wind fills his sails.
I see the pity not in myself, but in him. A man who, after decades of writing, still needs to resort to schoolyard insults like “cow dung” to make a point. That is not journalism — it is desperation. It is the cry of someone who knows his narrative has failed and that people see through his hypocrisy.
The people of Malta know who works, who stands firm, and who delivers. They also know who survives by smearing others just to stay relevant. That is the difference between a jihadi in conviction and a mercenary of ink.
History already judged Saviour Balzan. And it was not kind.
