Gun With a Silencer, or Just a Smoking Gun?

My first words, go to our beloved readers (which exclude all those that come here to see if they don’t see, at least for one more day, what they don’t want to see, or be seen by others), and that is to apologise for my absence, but there are things in life much more important than chasing after criminals that everyone knows already to be that: criminals.

People have only failed to put their finger on what crime was exactly committed, and in that particular aspect, the Black Hat Machine has been brilliant.

Everyone knows the McCanns are criminals, but they’ve fooled the majority of what, and thus have reached the desired state of being wrongfully accused, as the accusation has nothing to do with the done deed.

That’s why good and honest people, like yourself, come here and try to understand what did really happen, through the methodical deconstruction of the immense web of lies that these (all of them not just the known ones) criminals have put between us and the truth.

Oh, and the not so good and not so honest people, also come here for the same reason, albeit with the opposite purpose of intent of the aforementioned, that meaning, to avoid at all costs, that you, good and honest citizen, understand what really happened.

My second words, go to Kate McCann. I would like to present her with my sincerest apologies. Kate, I’m incapable of reciprocating what you’ve done with us.

Your book proves that you read our blog very attentively, whilst, no matter how hard I try, I just can’t get through your book.

I’m stuck in between the two set of pictures, and just can’t progress. Not that I consider it a load of tripe, as many people do, because I really don’t. I honestly think it’s filled with immensely valuable information (which was quite a surprise), but as I know its content wasn’t meant for my eyes, so, reading it feels like eavesdropping on a conversation between you (and your “team”) and your “former friends” which I feel I am no part of.

Of the said conversation, that is.

Like reading private love letters where there’s little or absolutely no love at all between the parties.

I could've used the expression “like reading a diary..” but we all know that yours was anything but a diary, Kate.

The other thing that surprised me in your book was, although I’ve already said here many times that stupidity, unlike intelligence, is limitless; how you were able to surpass in stupidity (sorry to be repetitive, but the adjective is the only appropriate one, so I must reuse, as “asinine” doesn’t quite encompass all) the production of your infamous Mockumentary, back in May 2009.

In this book, each page is one huge treasure chest against you. Even the pics were unfortunate.

I must wonder if you people must be so much undermanned now, because that would be the only reason to let this thing pass. Couldn’t anybody see how big this mistake was? To say that you put your foot in your mouth would be an understatement. It is so big that, Kate, I honestly think you got had.
 

You were very, very unfortunate with the publication of this book. Almost as much as you were when, in your utter arrogance of not realizing that both the tides and winds had changed as of Nov last year, did decide to write a letter to David Cameron, thinking he wouldn’t react

Unfortunately for you, and thanks to you, he now has the upper hand, doesn’t he?

As you know, I do have other priorities at the moment, and so cannot dedicate myself to the blog as I used to, at least until life resets my priorities back to normal.

But let me just tell you two of the reasons why your book was an unquantifiable stupid, stupid move to make.

Firstly, you filled it with self-incriminating evidence.

Besides all the words, and there are many, that you write against yourself, your lame excuse of possible mistranslation doesn’t stick one bit.

One may mistranslate between a lettuce and a cabbage, when asked about a vegetable, but certainly there’s no possible confusion to be made between interstellar quantum physics and pink trainers.

And you imply too many a time for your own comfort that such confusions kept on happening, which basically means that they didn’t.

Secondly, how can I say this? When one threatens to spill the "beans" one has to be very careful how one does it. One has to very, very subtle.

Now, you’d read on this blog that we were on to the game you people were playing, so you should have been even more careful than careful. And you weren’t. Not even by a long shot.

The way you wrote the book, you’ve basically connected all the dots that needed to be connected. By threatening “them” that you could spill the said “beans”, you’ve basically have shown them to the rest of us.

And when you tried to cover a lie with another, you apparently forgot what information that this new lie further provides the rest of us.

And now, thanks to you, the “rest of us” besides now having the physical proof of yet another contradicting version of events from you, can easily see what “beans” are there with which you think you can threaten others with. And by simple logic, know who most likely are the "others".

 Silence is golden, didn’t anybody tell you that?

An unwritten piece of paper, like silence, is limitless, but as soon as you write on it, you limit it to the information that has just been put on it.

And how you’ve limited yourself, Kate.  

The indescribably sick and ethically repulsive “coloboma marketing ploy” is but one example.

If you thought that by throwing even more clutter onto the already existing humungous pile of trash, you’d fool any of us, that makes only a bigger fool of you.

I’m sorry for not having now the time to dissect your book right now. But, unless you get arrested meanwhile, there will be time to do so.

Oh, before I forget, I would like thank you for writing it, and publishing it, although I fully understand why J. K. Rowling (who, if I'm not mistaken, does not deserve one word of thanks, after having put you, once again I hope I'm right here, in contact with her publishers...) put quite a safe distance between herself and your book.

She's a smart woman.

To the readers, I appeal to your patience. I promise that I’ll write as much as time will permit, but do warn that time will not permit much.

Bless you all