Gallery Fifty Seven

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Gallery Fifty Seven or Chapter Eighteen Illustrated, takes your pick?

Stuart Prior. The FSS. Kate McCann's Fingerprints. What Hair?

Given my obsession, and let's face it, obsession it is, for me and countless others around the world.

Hard then you might think that a bloke such as myself, in spite of having printed out three copies (intro to chapter seventeen) of Amaral's book, that I have barely read a word of it.


Deferring the pleasure then until fellow obsessive, and aren't we so very grateful that she is, deferring the pleasure then until I could sit down and read in one hit the tireless translation by Anna Andress, into English, the complete work by Goncalo Amaral, A Verdade da Mentira. (The Truth of the Lie) Anna Andress, so many many thank yous.


Cor Blimey! Cor blimey with knobs on!! If the rest of the book asks as many questions and is as damning as chapter eighteen is, then I must defer the pleasure no more and read the ninety percent of the book that is presently available, as I thoroughly recommend you do the same.

The Truth of the Lie (Anna Andress)

Or here. goncaloamaraltruthofthelie.blogspot

Footnote. A Verdade da Mentira has to date been published in Portuguese, German, French, Dutch and Spanish yet strangely not in English.
For an English version we have to rely on one of those nasty irresponsible bloggers.

It's a funny old world.

Murray Wardrop: Why?

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Why indeed are you whoring for the McCanns?

Why do you write such outright lies, such inaccurate unsubstantiated drivel?

Initially I was going to dismiss you as another Rod Chaytor, an unashamed and an undeniable McCann whore, steadfastly confirmed by the vast amount of pro-McCann tripe he has tried to feed us in the past.

Though I haven't poured over your every word past written, consequently I reserve the right to change my opinion, you appear to have an impressive portfolio and as best I can tell, not one McCann story in it.

Why then Mister Wardrop do you choose this moment in time to join the ranks of all the jaundiced hacks who write such shameless sycophantic drivel extolling the virtues and saintly-hood of two parents who can only be described as neglectful in the very least?

That neglect taking the form of systematically leaving their three children every night, ages thereabouts two and four, in an unlit unlocked holiday apartment in a foreign country whilst they indulged themselves in a bar.


So let me parse just a small part of your recent Tal & Qual article.

Deluded chief investigator Goncalo Amaral wrongly believed they had covered up their three-year-old daughter´s death, even though there was no evidence to support his theory.

Would that deluded be the same delusion experienced by the English trained cadaver dog Eddie and victim recovery dog (blood dog) when they alerted to numerous items (clip) belonging to the McCanns, and only the McCanns?

Wrongly believed, who says so, you?

There are others who have taken the trouble to actually read the case files and who write extremely well on the subject. I have no idea of the author's occupation, I doubt he's a journalist, he could well be a bus driver, ( no disrespect intended) but whatever the man's occupation he puts Fleet Street to shame, all the more so if he does indeed drive said bus.

Beyond The Black Box. Policemen's tales. Should you take the trouble to read these articles perhaps your wrongly believed might just become rightly believed.

He was later taken off the case, which was eventually archived and remains unsolved.

In July 2008 the McCanns were cleared of any wrongdoing in a formal report by Portugal´s Attorney General Jose Pinto Monteiro.

I think you will find that the McCanns were NOT cleared of any wrong doing, rather the process was archived for, among a multitude of reasons, all nefarious, lack of evidence.

There is much writ about the archiving of the case here (Joana Morais) and a full translation into English of the archiving process can be found in Part One of eight


Then we allude to the previous mentioned nefarious reasons.

“With another Public Ministry there would have been another decision"
There are no doubts that there is concealment of a cadaver. The Public Ministry itself speaks of homicide and we didn’t go that far. same link as above

Moving on.

Amaral, 49, went on to make more than £1 million by writing a book repeating his outlandish claims.

On what basis do you make your own outlandish claim, am I to assume you have read the book in some other language than English?

If you haven't as yet don't dismay, due to tireless and unpaid work by a simple blogger it is nearly complete in it's English translation and can be read here, (bless you) or here.

The McCanns are suing him for at least £1 million for defamation and for breaching their human rights.

They have employed one of Portugal´s leading libel lawyers, Isabel Duarte, in a case expected to be heard in Lisbon next summer.

If they win they will use the money to continue the search for Madeleine, who would now be six.

Madeleine will never be six, she is dead, she died in the apartment. There was no abduction, there was no evidence of abduction, there was only the parents.*

The Find Madeleine Fund, set up to finance the couple's worldwide search for their daughter, is expected to run out of money by the end of the year, it was reported this week.

The McCanns also plan to sue the group behind a leaflet blaming them for Madeleine´s disappearance.

The couple were "deeply upset" by the fliers, produced by a group called the "Madeleine Foundation", which has accused them of neglect.

The leaflets were received by 10,000 people in the McCann's home village of Rothley.

The McCanns also plan to sue the group behind a leaflet Oh really! what might I ask are you basing this on, an edict from Mitchell perhaps? Forgive me I pray if I do not hold my breath.


The leaflets were received by 10,000 people Oh dear, oh deary deary dear, a whole legion, nay more, ten thousand! that's an awful lot of leaflets.

Contrary to press reports, the whole town of Rothley was not leafleted - only 150 homes received the leaflet - and the leaflets were distributed in Rothley between 3pm and 6pm, not ‘late at night’ as some papers reported. No leaflets were flyposted in any shape or form. If leaflets were pinned up on trees and notice boards, as reported, local residents must have done this. more

Perhaps I might close with my original question, why Mister Wardrop, why?

*h/t profmoriarty

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An interesting article by our Mister Wardrop

By Murray Wardrop
Published: 3:01PM BST 04 Jun 2009

Officers are targeting children as young as 10 with the aim of placing their DNA profiles on the national database to improve their chances of solving crimes, it is claimed.

The alleged practice is also described as part of a "long-term crime prevention strategy" to dissuade youths from committing offences in the future.more

Gallery Fifty Six

Thought For Today: Censorship.

There's no small amount of faux moral outrage and indignation floating about of late, accompanied of course by the incessant bullshit that has become a key component in this ghastly affair.

Mitchell's "our" lawyers are keeping close watch, and The Star's "we can't re-print the Ten Questions for legal reasons are but to two that immediately spring to mind.

Whereas we might consider the basic purpose of censorship is to shut the writer/speaker up, it's real purpose and effect is to deny you the RIGHT TO LISTEN.

No matter how vile an organisation is, be it the BNP, the pro-life terrorists or any other off the wall extremist organisation, the RIGHT TO LISTEN to what they say is the fundamental corner stone of any free society.

For those not too familiar with English colloquialisms here's a bit on tripe, disgusting stuff that it is.

It's more years ago than I care to remember and what I can remember is more than a tad vague, but one of the daily's ran a weekly spoof letter from newly arrived to this country "Ali," to his brother in Pakistan where he tried to describe some of the more quirky habits of the English.

Eating "white elastic" (tripe) is one that has stuck in the memory box and the other was "suppedsomestuff," the art of going out on a Friday night and chucking vast quantities of bitter (beer) down one's neck and rolling home legless.



Not like me to invoke the supernatural, but there you go.





Not for one minute do I consider the McCanns are being stalked, but for two arseholes who have hounded every motherfucker and his dog all over Europe and North Africa they've got some brass neck even mentioning the word.

But that you already know.


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"From where Winston stood it was just possible to read, picked out on its white face in elegant lettering, the three slogans of the Party:

WAR IS PEACE

FREEDOM IS SLAVERY

IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH."
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McCanns: Shameless Harrassment

Gallery Fifty Five

Of the two I think the top one, but has the bottom one got a touch of the Rod Steigers about it?

It's A Funny Old World

Gallery Fifty Four

Now wouldn't that be something to warm the cockles of your heart. You wouldn't have to stretch the imagination to wonder how much thought the good citizens of Rothley give to all the lives and livelihoods in and around Luz that have been ruined by this pair of no class scallies.

And whatever you do don't accuse me of being jealous, I have lived in such a place, and a far more upmarket and consequently smugger place than Rothley. I can still hear the echoes of "I've arrived, I've arrived" as the latest pair of shallow cunts took up residence.

You can imagine the type I'm sure, the type that go on a European holiday to a wine producing country and drink New Zealand wine, class, real class.

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'Twould appear the natives of Rothley are a tad upset having come down to breakfast and found Tony Bennett's flyer pushed through the letter box, seems the truth don't sit too well with scrambled eggs.

I wonder how many of those that vocalised about the leaflet don't want to hear the truth because it might just have too much of an impact on their smug little lives and their smug little village to realise that they have as their good neighbours the most despicable, and one day soon, the most infamous pair of criminals in English history.

There are none so blind as those that will not see, or to put it another way......







OK OK I know, good intentions and all that, but there is a limit.
I don't know what galvanised me into action more, looking at Mitchell's "I'm such a bollocks" face or reading the shite that came out of the mouth Dave Edgars lying gob. What a two bit whore if ever there was. What a pair of matching slimeballs, what a pair of disgusting fucking creatures.

This isn't a return to blogging, if it were I would have picked up on the extraordinary amount of very usable material that has been flying round of late like confetti at a double wedding.

The Starsky and Hutch theme was something I picked up on when somebody or other laid the title on this pair of jokers, so that above is nothing more than a personal indulgence.

It has in fact been a delight to distance myself from the continuous bullshit that accompanies this tragic farce, as it has been equally delightful to distance myself from all the shallow cunts that are associated with this ongoing travesty that brings nothing but shame to the two principal countries involved.
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