I'm humbly on my hands and knees and in the name of whatever you hold most precious,
I beg, implore and besiege thee, to stop, once and for all, with the most horrible of pains to which a mother and father are being subjected to and have endured, stoically, to this day. And apparently it’s to go on until nobody knows.
Terrible fate. Enough, I say. Nobody should be subject to such an inhumane punishment, independent of guilt.
It’s cruel and repulsive beyond any human known adjective, and you, Sir, are the ONLY one who is capable to put an end to it. To end this misery.
I know that what I’m asking of you goes to the limit of the human strength, but that’s what separates the strong from the weak, the great from the remainder humanity.
And, Sir, you’ve proven to be one not of afraid of impossible challenges.
Of absolutely ridiculously impossible tasks.
Failure is what most thinks that that is what you’re facing, but I know, that with your tenacity, will and knowledge you will bring victory home.
Let’s hope it’s not too late.
We're all depositing our trust in you, and if you really do put your heart into it, we are sure that you will liberate that mother and father from their everyday doom they are FORCED to face.
No Sir, I’m not talking about the McCanns, but about your own parents.
How ashamed they must be of you.