I confronted the sweaty, corpulent figure in an ill-fitting jacket twice last Friday: the first time at 10am, as he sat slurping coffee and cakes at the Kalahary cafe in Portimao with his colleague, Chief Inspector Guillermino Encarnacao; the second just before 3pm, when the two men made their way from a restaurant to a waiting black Mercedes, in which they were driven 400 yards to meet officials at the courthouse.
The reaction was the same both times: "No speak! No speak!" was all Amaral would say, making a swatting motion as though batting away an insect.
But Amaral's official silence is not the only difference between him and his counterparts in Britain.
In the UK, it is unlikely he would be leading the McCann inquiry at all.
David Rose writing for Paul Dacre's Daily Mail (link below)
It's absolutely true, I read it in the daily Mail.
And I rest my case.
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Motivated by this short video posted on the blog of Joana Morais, I thought I might take another look at the Daily Mail's distorted coverage of the McCann affair. Before going further, you might wish to view or re-view this little offering from Dan and his alter ego.
I have on occasions *prior, featured Paul Dacre and his agenda driven specious rag, the Daily Mail. (*Links at the bottom of the page.)
I pick on the Mail for very few reasons, one of which can be found on this recent post under the unapologetic header, Paul Dacre is a Slag.
Two words give us two other reasons for my choosing the Mail, they being, subjectivity and objectivity.
The subjective reporting by the Mail, has been, and still is, simply wretched, wretched, repulsive and truly reprehensible, and I add, as disgraceful as it is obvious.
On the matter of objectivity, I could say that the McMail has shown not one scrap of it these three years past, but that wouldn't be entirely true. They did manage to exhibit a little when, and proving that they are capable of a bit of investigative journalism when the fancy takes them, which is more the shame, they did manage to exhibit a little when they reported and exposed Dave Edgar for what he really is, a front, a useless front in fact.
A front, nothing more nothing less, somebody on who, for a few pieces of Silver, the McCanns could hang the tag "Our Investigators" no matter how ridiculous and ineffectual that somebody might be.
And just in passing, a reminder of the architect who drew up and instigated the repugnant farce in question, the odious Mitchell, another whore who knows the price of Silver. And must be said, all this aided and abetted by the sycophantic Paul Dacre and his ilk in printing every word of Mitchell's tripe.
As I say, I have previously featured the Mail on these unhallowed pages. One such feature was to compile a collage of Kate McCann photographs that had been deliberately chosen and employed by Dacre's Mail. See below.
Amassing such examples was in fact quite easy, doing little more than entering, Daily Mail + Kate McCann, in a Google image search. And laid before me such results, like pearls before swine, a catalogue of woe that would make your heart break; if of course you didn't know otherwise.
Because to know otherwise put a somewhat different slant on things, the Mail's deliberate attempt to portray a woeful Kate McCann, to elect sympathy for, and to bathe the dear Sainted Mother in an aura of pathos was, apart from being extremely nauseating, quite simply pathetic.
So, having gone by the previously described easy route, I thought it might be of interest to see what manner of story accompanied these photographs, photographs that appeared just as phony, just as contrived, and just as wooden as does the subject herself.
In truth, not the greatest of ideas I have ever had, quite tiresome in fact. Making the mistake of starting with contemporary news items didn't do much for the process, so I reverted to the start of this sorry affair and proceeded to wade through all the articles for the first six months.
It was tiresome and it was boring to say the least and it wasn't long before the seriousness wore off along with the novelty. So my choice in what I offer up may not all be in the vain of the deadly serious, somewhere along the line things changed a tad, a slightly more irreverent theme crept in. There is still plenty of stuff that highlights and exposes the Mail's nefarious goings on, but it is a smattering of aforementioned irreverence that accompanies things, something which, if you have clicked on any of the above links, you are already aware.
It was with the same irreverence that I started to note the captions that accompanied the photographs, by gum, I've never seen ascribed, so much "torture" so much "pain" and so much "agony" since... since... since watching Charlton Heston in the Agony and the Ecstasy, which I have to add was the most aptly named film of all time, absolute bleedin' agony to watch and pure ecstasy when it ended.
Nuff said?I have chopped these screen shots up and married the relevant bits together, various bits of text and captions should be of interest in retrospect.
I had planned on upping the video and text for this performance, but I don't think I could bear it again. It can be found at this link if you must. My view.
Ah the agony puts in an appearance, which is more than Fiona Barton must have done. It says from Praia da Luz, the coal shed more likely, because we all know what the reality really was. Complete with a rare bit of footage of the heartbroken parents leaving the church.
Sick
Tortured, is that what it looks like?
Even the tears are tortured, err hang on a minute, what tears?
No comment.
Even the tears are tortured, err hang on a minute, what tears?
No comment.
"In the depths of despair, the McCanns inspire awe" Whatever you say.
"Gone but not forgotten" "praying for a miracle" it would take a miracle alright, one of biblical proportions.
Murat had child porn and a picture of the Saints McCann in church, and for my chosen subject, the bleedin obvious.
Says Gerry McCann with his eyes shut yet again, just the same as you didn't give your kids sedatives. "The search goes on" FFS! "Kate and Gerry share a quiet moment today" Yes I'll bet it's quiet, about as quiet as this off camera.
Poor old CC being used to hide behind again. Anybody seen CC lately?
I've never known two kids like a crèche so much, what next?
Searching.
You're not alone old lad, you're not alone .
Whatever you say, but catch the caption at the bottom it's a cracker, I think I would consider the same if I had scammed as much as this pair.
I don't think you'll find her in the Whitehouse you arshole, but you did meet a comrade in arms, another lying arsehole, Alberto Gonzales, Solicitor General of Ameriki. Have a listen to Gonzo doing his stuff before the Senate Judiciary Committee, you just could not make it up.
Of Gonzo, Bush had this to say.
"It is sad that we live in a time when a talented and honourable person like Alberto Gonzales is impeded from doing important work because his good name was dragged through the mud for political reasons," Bush said in Crawford, Texas.
Only in Ameriki folks, only in Ameriki.
More agony and the Mail's Iconic Poor Kate photo.
Yes dear.
Three guesses.
More anguish.
Anguish and agony, you don't look too shabby on it.
We've already had that video.
Gerry and Kate McCann at church again.
Gerry and Kate McCann at church again.
Links
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The Daily Mail's Kate McCann Gallery of Woe Includes a little trivia about the Wail and its editor.
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I Don't Know Who Sounds The More Desperate, The Daily Mail or The McCanns
The Wail at it's best and written by David, I'm such a lying xenophobic McCann sycophantic twat, Jones.
Or is it that you are none of these things, but feel that after confessing to being so "horribly wrong" you feel compelled to write in the manner you do?
Or are you, as I fear, just a cunt?
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From yet another and McCann shill and Mail employee, Fiona Barton. Not by coincidence I don't suppose that this article is featured above, I post below, the relevant part of what is a very long article. No blog link in this, just a direct link to the Mail's story.
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And finally, of dignity, wouldn't it be nice if the Mail discovered a little, not to mention the parents.
This from the Mail, and yes, the date is correct, and printed under the header-On Madeleine's fourth birthday, the agony goes on
by FIONA BARTON in Praia da Luz
Last updated at 12:24 12 May 2007
Blank-faced and hiding behind her hair, she appeared almost catatonic as she stood silently beside her husband, clutching, as always, Madeleine's favourite toy, called Cuddle Cat by the little girl. The Daily Mail, Paul Dacre Editor.
The agony goes on 12 May 2007 - Blank-faced and hiding behind her hair, she appeared almost catatonic as she stood silently beside her husband, 12 May 2007
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There be much at this next link, starting with this nauseating drivel, headed.
Madeleine, we're still looking for you. Tell someone who your mummy and daddy are'
And continued in similar vain.
Her father, now 41, reassured the little girl: "Madeleine, we're still looking for you. Tell someone who your mummy and daddy are, who you are."
Kate, 42, said: "We love you very much, Madeleine, and we're not going to stop what we're doing."
And who must we thank for this edifying piece of journalism? why none other than Mirror slag and McCann creature extraordinaire, Rod Chator.
This article was destined to be short lived, this you might remember, was the article that carried the Madeleine/make up photograph. Fortunately the full article, of which you can well imagine, I had a few to say, is posted on the blog. Posted twice in fact, the first being as writ, and the second more in the style of what you may have become accustomed to.
The post then moves on to the Wail to an article that leads off, and I kid you not, as loathsome as it is unbelievable, the Mail treats us to this.
Gerry McCann breaks down as he tells how hunt for Madeleine 'is shaking his Catholic faith'
What can I say? other than that already uttered at, The Corruption of Innocence.
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The Editor Daily Mail and Kate McCann
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Barking Mad
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I confronted the sweaty, corpulent figure in an ill-fitting jacket twice last Friday: the first time at 10am, as he sat slurping coffee and cakes at the Kalahary cafe in Portimao with his colleague, Chief Inspector Guillermino Encarnacao; the second just before 3pm, when the two men made their way from a restaurant to a waiting black Mercedes, in which they were driven 400 yards to meet officials at the courthouse.
The reaction was the same both times: "No speak! No speak!" was all Amaral would say, making a swatting motion as though batting away an insect.
But Amaral's official silence is not the only difference between him and his counterparts in Britain.
In the UK, it is unlikely he would be leading the McCann inquiry at all.
Madeleine's parents Kate and Gerry may never be charged with anything, despite their present status as arguidos, or official suspects, and by the end of last week, apparently well-placed sources were admitting that any case against them is circumstantial and weak. Direct link.
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This story came up when I searched my own blogs for "Daily Mail" it being mentioned just the once in text. I only mention this because generally I'm not too impressed with the results of the in-house search gadgets. The opposite however applies to the article from the link, Madeleine McCann: A Rainbow takes the glitter off the McCann's pot of gold by invariably impressive, Mike Hitchens,
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This is a Times/Halligen article which I chose for one of the comments left, rather than the story itself. The comment, you might agree after reading, has a certain familiarity of style. Gallery eighty Two
