Today the Nationalist Party pretends it is choosing a new leader. In reality, it is choosing who will be leading them into their next historic defeat.
Adrian Delia — disgraced, rejected, and humiliated. The man who turned the PN into a soap opera of scandals, marital problems splashed across the media, court cases, and internal rebellion. Even his own parliamentary group begged him to leave. And yet, here he is again, like a ghost from the past, clinging to relevance in a party that has none left.
Alex Borg — shallow and immature. His idea of politics is striking poses and screaming clichés on Facebook. He mistakes applause from his college-style fan club for leadership. But behind the photoshoots and empty speeches lies nothing — no vision, no authority, no respect. He is a child playing dress-up in a party already in ruins.
This is the Nationalist Party’s great “choice”: a failed ex-leader who drags with him the stench of scandal, or a loudmouth lightweight whose only talent is self-promotion.
Let’s not mince words. Whoever wins today is not saving the PN — they are only digging its grave deeper. Five leaders in twelve years, and now one of these two will be crowned as the next loser in a never-ending chain of failures.
The Nationalist Party is not reborn today. It is being buried alive, with Delia and Borg fighting over who gets to hammer the final nail in the coffin.
