Saturday, 10 October 2009

"I've arrested people on less" : I bet you have Mr Prior, I bet you have

This is just a short post that concentrates on Gerry McCann's statement regarding the bedclothes of Madeleine McCann.

That said, there is a little extra at the end. I did try to keep focussed on the bed sheets, but once you start reading Billy's Weekly Liar, sorry the statements, those yerfukinwot !!? parts demand attention.

Before I drive on and get to the article proper I have to throw these two comments up for a more deserving airing than they were getting, I loved the retort.

(Santacoloma) I don't suppose having Chris Eyre as Acting Chief Constable of Leicestershire will make any difference.
He's been as inactive as Matt Baggott in bringing the McCs to justice whilst he's been his Deputy. No doubt we can look forward to more of the same.

(craftyjan) I hope his acting is better than the McCanns.

Not one iota I Shouldn't wonder Santa.

While we are on the subject of Leicester plod, a bit more, I was actually looking to see if Chris Eyre loved Jesus as much as the tosser he's standing in for.

But Mr Baggott said one of his big regrets would be leaving Leicestershire with Madeleine McCann, the Rothley youngster who disappeared in Portugal in May 2007, still missing.

"Clearly I still hope and pray that one day there will be an end to the sadness and that what has happened to her will become clear. (said top copper that's been sat on his fucking arse for I don't know how long.)

"It's a huge investigation and we will continue to follow up all leads."

Mr Baggott, a Christian, a liar, a hypocrite and a sickening cunt, was the unanimous choice of Northern Ireland Police Board.

Right so! select gear ratio and drive on.

Witness statement of Gerald Patrick McCann, on the 10th of May 2007, at 3.20 p.m.

Gerry: So, I actually came in and Madeleine was just at the top of the bed here, where I'd left her lying and the covers were folded down and she had her cuddle cat and blanket, were just by her head It’s terrible because, I , erm, had one of those really proud father moments, where I just thought, you know....(I will spare you the rest)

PJ report on Gerry McCann's statement: 3.20pm, 10 May 2007

Also relevant to the bed where his daughter slept is how it was found on the night of the disappearance. States that his daughter slept without the covers, as was normal, due to the heat, with the bed sheets folded towards the foot of the bed.

You might agree with me that I could end the article here and now without the need for another word to be writ, 'twixt photo and statements it's all there, the lies, the deceit and whodunit, Mummy and Daddy.

But I shall.

Must have been the abductor then, made the bed I mean, he is some geezer I will have you know, let's take a look at what he managed to achieve in the ten minutes between McCann leaving the apartment at 9:05 and Tanner's sighting at 9:15.

He has entered the apartment via the only route available, the chimney, because he didn't come through the locked front door and he didn't come through the patio door because McCann and Wilson were conspiring, sorry talking, immediately outside, and he wasn't already in the apartment as Goncalo Amaral has proved in his documentary.

Single handedly, and we must presume in the dark, he has sedated all three children, what other explanation can there be for Madeleine not to cry and the twins to remain comatose for hours on end despite all the uproar that was gong on at the time?

So once having removed Madeleine from her bed our thoughtful abductor, in the dark, sets to and makes the bed, and a pretty damn good job he made of it if you ask me. I mean with that kind of natural domesticity he wouldn't have a problem getting a position anywhere as a maid or a cleaner.

Having made the bed our geezer has noiselessly opened the shutters, don't forget in the still of the night our good doctor was talking with Jez Wilson, program maker and good mucker of Donal MacIntyre, not but a few meters away, what they were discussing I know not, perhaps our good doctor was relaying his recent proud father moments, or perhaps his recent conversion to Islam as only a lttle later that evening he would demonstrate

So having noiselessly raised said shutters, our abductor geezer negotiates, in the darkened room the various obstacles, whilst carrying a silent Madeleine, and then proceeds to climb out of a small window, the ledge of which being some three feet of the ground.

He achievement in all this is quite remarkable, if not surely unique, for our abductor has completed all this without leaving at the crime scene, not one skin cell, not one fibre, not one fingerprint, not one shoe-print, not one scuff mark, nothing, nothing at all, zilch, zero, it's just as though he was never there at all.

ETA: This isn't a response to the fairy story in the Sunday Express, I wrote this prior to them printing their drivel.

It's almost as if their article was in response to mine, if they had perhaps printed the story next Sunday instead of this I might have even believed it.

Change of mind, I shall make a separate post of the rest of it.