(Nov 8th, 2010)
If I had to elect what has fascinated me the most up to now in the Maddie McCann case, I would have to say, without hesitating a minute, that had to be YOU.
YOU, as the avid reader of blogs, like this one, who think, and adamantly defend that Maddie is dead and that her parents have done all to obstruct justice.
And why do YOU fascinate me so?
Because I’ve seen YOU from the very beginning behaving like a monkey in a cage who jumps anxiously and goes after each and every peanut that is thrown at you from the outside by an unseen hand.
Before you think I’m insulting you, let me clarify you that I’m NOT.
No ONE who has ever been fooled has been fooled by own will. No one wakes up one morning and says "hmm... let me see where can I get fooled first today...".
One is fooled because one has been masterfully misled.
And he who says he hasn’t been fooled is the biggest fool of all.
Usually, those who master the techniques of deceit basically rely on the fact that the fooled firmly believe that they're unable to be fooled.
By the way, I do have a friend, who is no fool, who states that he has NEVER ever, been fooled one single time in his life. What he says has happened to him is that many, many times in his life he has paid to learn a lesson, a lesson in life, and the pricing has been variable in terms of money, pain and disappointment.
I, for one, have been fooled by the “McCann machine”.
My difference with most is that I’m able to recognize and understand that, and, most importantly, am able to retrieve my steps back to where I knew I stood on solid ground and, from there, restart the journey.
You just have to read my initial theory, and verify that my opinion in many details have changed since.
That’s why I say, and repeat as many times needed, that the only golden rule that this blog has, is that it will never bend fact to theory but always theory to fact.
I must now compliment my faithful readers who’ve very early understood that we here are not in the habit of running after any peanut that is thrown in our direction, although, as human “monkeys” that we are, we have ran after a few bogey ones.
But together, YOU and us, we’ve been able tread the path this far; we’ve led the way and you’ve corrected our every step. That results in what I deem the most important thing that has to be maintained at all costs: CREDIBILITY.
The reason why we, we and YOU, are so feared in many corners of the internet.
We all have been intoxicated with wave after wave of false information. Most of it blatant of its falsehood, while other has come coveted, varying in complexity of disguise.
This forced feeding of information has been done masterfully and beautifully, for our foes were, and are, worthy.
No, not speaking about the McCanns, for they are far from being worthy on anything but their stupidity and arrogance, nor, please, Clarence, for that individual confuses an echo in his hollow head with voices of wisdom such is the immense empty space there.
I’m talking about those who’ve set up a formidable machine of deceit. And they were almost totally successful.
Let me explain first their intent, and then, using an example, their achievement.
The intent is to block us away from reality by highlighting the illogical and absurd, mixing it up with logical and real information, in the just right amount in quantity and quality of deceitfulness so that the information as a whole becomes so complex that we lose completely track of it and are even physically incapable of ever locating the truth wherever it may have been.
When conclusions based on some, or total, intentionally misleading information become assumptions, that will base subsequent sets of conclusions that, in turn, become future assumptions, one can easily see that one not only is lost, but most important, one doesn’t even have that the faintest idea where one is.
Aggravated by the fact that one really thinks one knows exactly where one is.
Have I made sense? I usually don’t, but by now I do count on your patience.
The masterpiece bout the Maddie case, from the Black Hat side, is that they’ve been able to create this fake reality, and YOU’ve swallowed it line, hook and sink.
Every peanut that flew by, in slow-motion, the reader jumped gleefully to catch it even before it hit the ground.
No, obviously, not talking about if there was, or not, an abduction. I’m talking about their best HOAX: them being neglectful.
We’ve heard it, and dutifully repeated, that these monsters were capable of leaving their kids alone night after night, so they could go away to get boozed silly, as we’ve also heard that a certain couple was so monstrous that after learning, one morning, that their own little girl had felt abandoned the night before (a neighbor would later confirm that she had in fact been wailing away, terrorized by her solitude), had been capable to behave in the exact same manner that same night.
Terrible, terrible people, or are they really?
It’s now time for one of "my analogies", to exemplify the above said.
Imagine that one is having an affair with one’s neighbor’s spouse.
One day, while sneaking out of one’s neighbor’s house, one trips and breaks a leg.
As always, it’s a simple scenario, but in this case with a pinch of sex so as not to disappoint my detractors.
One now has the problem of besides having a broken leg to deal with, one has to make sure that both one’s spouse and one’s spouse’s neighbour are unable to make a linkage between the broken leg and one leaving one’s neighbor’s house, the circumstances in which it occurred.
As there’s evidently something wrong with your leg, the only thing you can do is fiddle around with facts that led to your leg to being in the state it is: broken.
And IF one can successfully convince them of a completely different set of "facts" for one’s leg to be the way it is, then one’s secret shall remain safe and sound as one’s other healthy leg.
One has two choices. One either lies, and hopes one’s lover is and will remain so, completely in synch, plus hope that no other neighbor saw one tripping where one happened to have tripped, or one lies in such a way that it will be impossible for anyone to know what both were indeed up to, at least by way of discovering the real reason why one has broke the leg.
And how does one do that?
One spreads the front yard with the biggest amount of clutter possible so that when both one’s neighbour’s spouse and one’s spouse arrive, it will be completely logic to tell them that your leg is in the state that it is because you tripped over the wheelbarrow in the middle of all that clutter.
And if any of them asks why was the wheelbarrow where it was, logic is completely irrelevant, as the only relevant logic at this point is the one that determines that one has tripped over THAT wheelbarrow. The wheelbarrow is there for all to see, it’s real, so to say, to confess, to highlight, that one has tripped over it will be taken as real as the wheelbarrow itself.
That is what is relevant, that this message, however illogical it may be, IT IS POSSIBLE TO HAVE HAPPENED, so it can be taken as reality.
Even if around that wheelbarrow there are so many other things that shouldn't be there in the first place, what matter is that it is feasible that one has tripped over THAT particular wheelbarrow and not over anything else.
As the neighbor’s spouse, one’s lover, is in this as deep as one is, it will be quite easy to convince both your spouse and one’s neighbor’s spouse that it was joint decision, from you both, that the furniture from both of houses needed airing out. One says an absurdity, the other, supposedly independent to the breaking of the leg, confirms it and the absurd becomes real. Yes, it may even seem strange but will be taken as real.
That explains why one pushed one’s couch onto the driveway, and the coffee table by the tree house, next to the bookcase also put there to air out.
At this point, the reader may be wondering about my sanity, but please take a minute and see to where the mind has wandered to: the absurdity of the scenario, the lack of logic in all said… and that is where I want your mind to be, as far away possible from what is being hidden, the affair.
When the two innocent souls arrive home, within the absurdity of the yards filled with clutter, it be perfectly logical for them that one has hurt oneself on that wheelbarrow, so their minds will struggle to make some sense out of the completely senseless scenario before them. They will struggle to understand why the wheelbarrow is there in the first place but they won’t link the broken leg with an affair.
It will be so illogical that one will look like a fool but one will not look like an adulterer.
And why is it illogical? Because with the clutter one has assured that it would be, didn’t one?
One can now safely say that one has decided that one felt that one’s dining room table needed a walk to stretch its legs, like any other pet, and that is what one decide to do that afternoon.
The neighbour’s spouse, one’s lover, fact only one knows, "confirms" seeing one through the living room window, decided also, there and then, that their settee needed some exercise too…
And, oh so surprisingly, you both realized that all of a sudden you both had most of your furniture outside.
One can even say that now that one has thought about it better, you think one should have stopped the whole thing when one ALMOST slipped at one’s neighbours door when both of you were carrying the neighbour’s couch out the neighbour’s door and so defending against any possible sneaky neighbor saying that they saw one falling where one did.
No, one is not being crazy, but both one’s spouse and one’s neighbour’s spouse, will think you are.
Is it REALLY important that they think one is crazy? No, it’s not.
One knows one is not and what is important is that neither suspect what both were really up to. One wants to get off the hook, and one has been able to get off it...
Rather be known as the neighborhood oddball than the local slut.
In the end, one has had one’s way. One has made up all the reality in which one’s spouse and one’s neighbour’s spouse made their judgments on.
They reached honest conclusions on misleading data .
And by placing carefully a layer of a deceit on top of another, making sure the latter always confirms the insanity of both the truth is, AND ALWAYS WILL BE, lost somewhere.
With just a bit of luck, both one’s spouse and one’s neighbor might just arrange, for practical reasons, that one and one’s lover stay together under the same roof when either of them is away, while the leg is broken…
Plus, one’s spouse and one’s neighbour’s spouse may now question, discuss, debate, argue over and about ALL the possible reasons for such an erratic behavior from both that particular afternoon.
They can even theorize about why one saved the living room from the “walk” while your neighbor insisted that the whole office needed fresh air. No limits to the imagination...
They can go back and forth on whats, the whys and whatfors for the clutter to be there.
They can questions this and much more, and one just has to answer all with whatever ridiculous answer one wishes to give, as one knows, what is being discussed is effectively ridiculous, and has no possibility to lead anywhere near to where one doesn’t want the discussion to go into
And if a neighbour dares say that one was seen exiting the house and break a leg before any clutter was in the yard, one can react angrily against whoever makes such a heinous accusation, which is but the truth.
More importantly, they can come to whatever conclusion they wish to come to because it’s unimportant and completely irrelevant.
Much like all the conclusions the reader has reached, these past three and a half years, from all the peanuts that has been caught, and that will keep being thrown and people will keep chasing.
I hope YOU now understand why that whenever I read that the Tapas have been neglectful, I cringe.
And I hope that soon I’ve been able to make you understand why Mrs Fenn was just an full bedroom set somewhere on the lawn, whilst the Gaspars were just an armchair….