Flimkien kollox possibbli?

If I had to have a camera here I think I'd make good viewing. Splendid viewing in fact, so good that my dear old twin and his Arani Issa would go down in cinders. I would make history. That good. Why? Because I look like an idiot, behave like an idiot, think like an idiot. And smile like one too. Total idiocy at its best. I sometimes sit here typing and smiling, for no reason at all. Well one reason would be that I am slowly starting to change the teary lines into the real laughter lines. That means, slowly and surely I will never have to lie anymore. I will not explain the teary lines as if they were smiley ones. They will be real smiley ones. Et voila`! At this time I am faced with two Enemalta bills, and while everybody is so worried about them, I am not. Not because they're not big bills, they're actually massive. Part of it is my fault, I voted for it. I won't vote for it another time, yes in my old age I'm about to change track. Sorry but home is where it hits first, and it's not just the Enemalta bills. It's the 'Flimkien kollox possibbli'. Three very nice words, but which have disappointed me to my core. And now I won't be surprised if I get a sudden phone call straight out of some ministry. I wrote something to this effect on the very addictive facebook, and I got some twenty messages. Out of the twenty, one made my blood boil, 'we vote not for our own good but for the good of the country.' Pardon? Isn't my good important? The thing is that is what I thought too, but once I saw it typed out, I freaked out. I want things for my own good too. I want the justice promised. Enemalta bills are the least of my worries although they might worry a lot of poor people and I empathise. But charity begins at home, that's my home, my very personal home.