The Comments Under This Zero Chill Post Slamming Maltese Feasts Are So Extra
Ah, the traditional festa. A summertime mark of Maltese heritage celebrating the biblical feats of Patron Saints and also an excuse for some pretty rad firework displays. The only complaints you’ll ever usually hear about village feasts are usually for the petards set off during daylight hours from confused expats on Facebook. Usually.
One, anonymous, local however thinks differently of our favourite excuse to drink xeba cans of Cisk and stuff our faces at American food vans
We can only applaud the creative liberties taken with the post that describes Malta as an almost post-apocalyptic Amsterdam, considering the user who made the post forgot that our undying patriotism means we only drink Cisk when a feast rolls around ta’.
But it was the comments that caught our eye when we went to take a second look at the status…
We really are scratching our heads at some of the remarks.
Because an outdoor restaurant on Sliema’s promenade being asked to turn their music down is as much of an act of treason as asking a locality to quieten their fireworks. Authorities, please:
And while we’re here: what the fuck is that last comment on about? Minor killings as in children or not major? Where did it come from and where is it going? Cotton-Eyed Joe, you ain’t. Confusing commenter, you are.
Then we had this public airing of someone else’s dirty laundry:
We can’t remember this, either, but if Miraklu ever gets the green light for a second season (one can only hope) then this story needs adapting for the storyline. The mind does not boggle, it begs for dramatic comedy gold.
And then in a Twilight Zone turn of events, the local was asked to.. go home?
Not exactly the coveted “go back to your country” any seasoned expat will pine for online, but definitely equally as savage in delivery.
We then had a follow up from the user the next day, after he was woken up by that morning’s Flintstonian efforts.
It’s like he forgot he was Maltese for a second and living on the island in the summer means you don’t need an alarm clock if you have to be up for work in the morning.
Also, that last comment makes absolutely no sense whatsoever but I love it and that’s all that matters, okay?
Regardless of what you think of the status, it must be noted that had the last line read “cocaine in the każin and Cisk cans pouring down from church stirrups” it may have had a somewhat different reaction – don’t you think?
