The Collapse of Muscat’s Hollow (now emasculated) Voice

When the so-called strong man reveals himself to be nothing more than a weak pretender, the mask has slipped. Stephan Muscat has reached that point—proving his lack of manhood for all to see.

For years, he postured as a figure of authority by hiding behind my Mitra’s Facebook wall. That wall was never hers; it was his hollow megaphone, a desperate attempt to turn Mitra’s name into his propaganda channel. And yet, despite all his effort, not a single person engaged. No likes, no comments, no respect. Silence. Deafening silence.

And now, in that silence, the wall has gone private. This is no accident—it is the clearest proof that Muscat’s voice has failed. A man who hides is not a man who leads. A man who fears the open light of day is already finished.

Mitra once knew what pride meant. Nika too. Women of dignity do not hitch their honor to cowards. They do not cling to men who retreat in shame. They do not prop up a weakling who cannot hold the stage, who cannot face the truth, who cannot even stand on his own name—like when he made a fake FaCC referral. Funny how some cowards think bureaucracy can cover for them. But paper trails always talk louder than propaganda.

Muscat is no patriarch, no partner, not even a friend. He is a parasite who fed off grief and turned it into propaganda. And when the performance failed, when the audience turned away, he scurried into the shadows. That is not strength—it is cowardice. That is not leadership—it is disgrace!

History remembers such men as footnotes in the story of collapse. And collapse is exactly what has happened here. His presence is an embarrassment, his influence a farce, his voice a whisper no one cares to hear. Mitra’s old friends—Amitis, Muneera, Hengameh—say the same thing word for word.

The truth is plain: Stephan Muscat is a weak, castrated man. And castrated men are never anchors—they are weights that drag others down.

So cut the motherfucker loose already!