(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 that had to be YOU.
YOU, as the avid reader of blogs, like this one, that 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 that 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 that 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 that 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, that 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 of his hollow head with voices of wisdom such is the imense 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, you 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 you’re having an affair with your neighbor’s spouse.
One day, while sneaking out of your neighbor’s house, you trip and break 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.
You now have the problem of besides having a broken leg to deal with, you have to make sure that both your spouse and your neighbor are unable to make a linkage between that fact and 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 you can successfully convince them of a completely different set of "facts" for your leg to be the way it is, then your secret shall remain safe and sound as your other leg.
You have two choices. You either lie, and hope you lover is and will remain so, completely in synch, plus hope that no other neighbor saw you tripping where you happened to have tripped, or you lie in such a way that it will be impossible for anyone to know what both of you are up to, at least by way of discovering the real reason you broke the leg.
And how do you do that?
You spread your front yard with the biggest amount of clutter possible so that when both you neighbor and your 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.
And if any of them asks why was the wheelbarrow there where it was, logic is completely irrelevant, as the only relevant logic at this point is the one that determines that you tripped over THAT wheelbarrow.
That is what is relevant, that this message, however illogical it may be, IT IS POSSIBLE TO HAVE HAPPENED, so can be taken for 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 you tripped over THAT particular wheelbarrow and not over anything else.
As the neighbor’s spouse, your lover, is in this as deep as you are, it will be quite easy to convince both your spouse and your neighbor that it was joint decision, from you both, that the furniture of both of houses needed airing out.
That explains why you pushed your couch onto the driveway, and the coffee table by the tree house, next to the bookcase.
At this point, you’re wondering about my sanity, but just take a minute and see to where your own mind as wandered to: the absurdity of the scenario, the lack of logic in all said… and that is where I want your mind, as well as “your” spouse’s & neighbor’s minds, to wander to: as far away possible from what I’m (you’re) trying to hide from them, and dive right into the wonderful world of absurdity from which there’s no return.
When these two innocent souls arrive home, it’s perfectly logical for them that you've hurt yourself on that wheelbarrow, so their minds will struggle to make some sense out of the completely senseless scenario before them.
And why is it senseless? Because you've assured that it was, didn't you?
You can now just say that you decided that you felt that your dining room table needed a walk to stretch her legs, like any other pet, and that is what you decided to do.
The neighbor’s spouse, your lover, fact known only to you, "confirms" seeing you 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 had most of your furniture outside.
You can even say that now that you think about it, you think you should have stopped the whole thing when you ALMOST slipped at your neighbors door when both of you were carrying the couch out the door (thus defending against any possible sneaky neighbor saying that you were seen falling where you did fall), but you only stopped, when, trying to push the bedside table out of the way for the sideboard to pass, that you tripped over the wheelbarrow and really hurt yourself.
No, I’m not being crazy, but both your spouse and your neighbor will think you are.
Is it REALLY important that they think you are crazy? No, it’s not.
You know you’re not and what is important is that they don’t suspect what you two are really up to. You want to get off the hook, and you're on your way out of it...
Rather be known as the neighborhood oddball than the local slut.
In the end, you had your way. You made up all the reality in which your spouse and you neighbor made their judgments upon.
Honest conclusions they reached, but on misled data .
And by placing carefully a layer of a deceit on top of another, making sure the latter always confirms the insanity both of you, the truth is, AND ALWAYS WILL BE, lost somewhere.
With just a bit of luck, bith your spouse and your neighbor might just arrange, for practical reasons, that you and your lover stay together under the same roof when either of them is away…
Plus, your spouse and your neighbor may now question, discuss, debate, argue over and about ALL the possible reasons for such an erratic behavior of you both that particular afternoon.
They can even theorize about why you saved the living room from the “walk” while your neighbor insisted that the whole office needed fresh air.
They can go back and forth on whats, the whys and whatfors that you two decided, or not, to put, on the front lawn and the whys and whatfors you two didn't use the much of the available space in the back of both your houses.
They can questions this and much more, and you can keep answering all with whatever ridiculous answer you wish to give, as you know, what is being discussed is effectively ridiculous, and has no possibility to lead anywhere near to where you don't want the discussion to go into.
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 YOU’ve reached, these past three and a half years, from all the peanuts that YOU’ve been catching, and that they keep throwing and you 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’ll be 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….