I have no wish to flog a dead horse. But excuse me please: who is willing to believe Richard Muscat when he says that the police informed him that they considered the “so-called” and “alleged” sexual assault to be a minor thing? Those who believe Is-Sur Richard, raise your left toe.
If anyone out there wants to believe Mr Muscat, so be it. It may be the case that he has very close source in the Garda. You see, Catholic Ireland is quite a cosy and friendly place, and I am told that people who touch up strangers in the street are asked home for a Guinness.
If I were Muscat I would do like all those forlorn Korean politicians, who retire to the cold and forgotten mountain monasteries and become monks.
Well, it should be the case, were it not for the Voice of the Mediterranean scandal which continues to raise serious questions and more importantly unanswered ones.

But on to more discerning matters, as Muscat was being pasted all over the Irish press – which he was so kind to describe as “vicious” – the PN press was getting all excited about Jason Micallef with his silly “Gvern ghall-Laburisti” statement.
It was as usual further confirmation that most of our political party secretary generals were not meant to be soft-spoken diplomats like Richard Muscat.
Furthermore, it is also ample proof that Mr Micallef is unaware just how efficient the PN can be in blowing something into a big balloon.
Politics is all about words and as long as we continue to win arguments with words and not with swords or hand-grenades, the value of words remains crucial in convincing people of one’s credibility.
Having said this, Mr Micallef is of course correct in assuming that there is more than a faint shade of hypocrisy in the Nationalist’s so-called scaremongering.
If administrations past and present can be compared to each other, it is surely because of their ability to promulgate the belief that the only guys and girls that should get chosen, promoted and selected to run corporations, boards, inquiries, parastatal companies, embassies and representations are those who share the same political hue and religion.
And I have heard this idea promoted on both sides of the political divide.
Indeed in the last 20 years, the Nationalists have done very little to impose meritocracy as a veritable replacement to nepotism. And wherever one looks, the name of the game in recent years, is that if you are not Blue, than you must be Red, and if you are not Blue then gee, I’m afraid you might as well p*** off.
Now, that kind of thinking process has obviously inculcated itself in the Labour psyche too. And though it is rather pertinent to ask Labour leader Alfred Sant, “Will you think of Nationalists if and when you are in government?”, no one should be too surprised if the man argues in his inimitable way that one must first address the imbalances suffered over the years.
The writing has been on the wall as far back as 1987.
And so, there is little or no chance that in this depressed political way of thinking we encounter a political saviour who jumps in and says, “Guys, I would like to tell you that nominations will have no relation to the political leanings of the candidates ideal for the job.”

The summer months have not yet come to an end, and the wonderful sticky and humid weather is taking its toll.
So visiting St Luke’s hospital this weekend, I could not help but notice the bulging wards. Women and men in mixed wards, patients in corridors, heat and a feeling of desperation in the staff, in a building complex that should carry 1,200 beds, and in fact it probably caters for 1,600 more.
And yet, I wondered, how is Mater Dei going to cater for an ageing and sickly population, with far fewer beds? It simply cannot cater for the demand and anyone who says it can, is simply believing his own lies.
My last thought goes to the hunters and trappers, who say that environment minister George Pullicino had effectively denied them their Constitutional right when he cut short the spring hunting season in May.
The statement also said that the minister was applying psychological pressure on hunters because of all this uncertainty.
Since I know the hunters’ and trappers’ representatives to be very serious guys, I rushed for a copy of my Constitution and there to my amazement I discovered that enshrined in the Constitution of Malta, the following paragraph had been inserted.
It read; “The citizens of Malta shall have the right to shoot, maim, trap or kill any creature as long it was a migratory, protected or unprotected bird, and had an intention to spend a short time in Malta and was migrating either South to Moslem Maghreb or North to heathen Europe.
“The Constitution shall make it unlawful for anyone to change or attempt to alter these religious traditions even if the rest of the World thinks that they are passé.”
There you go, I was sure that Lino Farrugia and his pals were upright people who knew what they were talking about.