The hero of the working class

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I'm ignorant. I'm a fool. I'm a vagina. I'm a dickhead. These are the main themes of the majority of messages that I've been receiving through the mail. The screwup is that they are right. I admit it. I'll not admit only to the claims that I'm ugly, fat and bald.
Other correspondence compelled me to do a PhD and even a Doctorate. I changed my mind because I learnt that the more you know, and the more intelligent you are, the more that they screw you. There is no need to be intelligent so as to obtain a Doctorate's degree. Intelligence and wisdom will only take you part of the way to a Doctorate's degree but to actually get it you almost have to be cunning. Either way however, whether you are wise or not, to possess a Doctorate's degree will only get you screwed over worse that if you didn't. For example: the leader of the new season; with a 15 year plan for a 3 month season. I don't know which season it'll be; probably some other spring.
Joseph Muscat deserves to be declared european of the season as, aside from the Lisbon treaty, he succeeded in covering up the future of the working class - whom this very day he is representing through the taxes of the people as from September and the members as from June.
It was in 1919 when the International Organization of Workers established the maximum amount of time that a worker has to be chained to the office and the factory: 48 hours a week. At the end of the second world war, in all "western" countries the time was reduced to 40 hours a week, just as at present. France alone was the exception whom in 1997 reduced her maximum to 35 hours a week.
In Malta the Harvard's doctorate in socialism was looking at possibilities as how to embellish Cottonera instead of bringing standards of the worker to the level of France so as to have time to read his books and maybe open his mind.
In Malta something extraordinary is happening. Its not only that Dolores Cristina came to realize that success in the arts and culture does not need to cost money, nor is it just that Peppi Azzopardi is to be on the board of journalistic ethics of ONE, not only that Jason Micallef will again contest for the post of Secretary General, but also that the rights that were once ours are again being tabled for discussion in Europe.
On the 10th of June 2008 the european commission decided to revisit working hours. It’s actually not possible to work more than 48 hours a week, including overtime, except for certain delicate work categories. Things have now changed, not through the reduction in working hours, as would be expected as per common social evolution, but through increase in hours.
If the european parliament confirms this decision taken by the european commission, the people who are not ignorant or pussies like myself, who work in the areas deemed important and delicate will legally be able to work between 60 and 65 hours a week. 65 hours if you're of a profession more delicate such as healthcare or night security.
Ignorants such as myself can only risk working up to 48 hours and maybe get a chance to blog and fire away sweet little idiocies while the special cases are able to read blogs like this one only from on the work place.
The proposal to work over 48 hours a week is only on a voluntary basis as per the free will of the individual. This is exactly the same as what happens today where overtime is concerned! Beds shall soon be as common to offices as cheap coffee machines.
The Spanish government is against this directive. After Ireland, will we be saved by Spain? Why didn't Joseph save us?
The epoch of 1800 is knocking on Ħamrun's door. Joseph Muscat said that everybody is welcome in the Labour party for as long as one holds socialist beliefs.
What does Martin Schulz think about this proposal?
I love you all greatly and so let us love each other. I repeat: I love you all greatly and so let us love each other.
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