I’ve finally received the copy of your book. Where I live, the mail is kind of slow, one of a handful of disadvantages among countless blessings.
My friend in the UK has refused to accept any refund for the “blood-money” she has given for your work of questionable art but, at least, of unquestionable bad taste.
We in the blog all hope to find that the purchase of the book will be worth our friend's real SACRIFICE. I now know not how to repay but the only option I’m left with is to send my friend my copy of Amaral’s book, and wait for the McCann's Portuguese lawyers to comply with the a Sovereign Country’s Court’s decision, and finally release the copies of the withheld books.
Then I can ask my Portuguese friend who bought this one for me, to buy another. Back then my Portuguese friend also refused any money. I’m almost tempted to feed the idea of setting up a library just on offered books.
I only don’t do that because I have already set up one: my head is filled up with unforgettable memories shared with priceless friends.
I digress as always. No disrespect meant, as I would have to have the most minuscule particle of respect for you, which I don’t, to be able to have such intent.
Let it be clear that from me you will never, ever, be disrespected.
Back to your book, I’ve looked at it. Better yet, have looked at the cover and it confers with what was shown daily in The Sun.
I haven’t read it yet. It’s Friday and I don’t want to spoil my weekend. You, especially, do understand what I mean, as you, better than all, know exactly how nauseating your book is.
But once I laid my eyes upon the vile object, it immediately came to my mind the Miranda Right’s. You know, that phrase that we’ve heard so many times that we’ve forgotten that it’s applicable only in the US, and even there, has variances from State to State: “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in the court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?”
I believe the UK version is somewhat similar, at least in intent: “You do not have to say anything, but it may harm your defence if you do not mention, when questioned, something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.”
“You have the right to remain silent / You do not have to say anything”, you chose not to. “Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in the court of law/ Anything you do say may be given in evidence.”, that’s your book in a nutshell.
But whoever came up with the UK version, must of had you, Kate McCann, dead set in their minds when coming up with the wording.
You see, while the American version speaks about needing and providing a lawyer, which we all know is something that you’ve been able to achieve by the bucketful of the most expensive ones, the British version fits you just like a glove “it may harm your defence if you do not mention, when questioned, something which you later rely on in court”.
Now let me tell you what I’ll be looking for in your book. When I read it that is.
First, I’ll be checking the whole Reservation Book Saga. What you say was written on it, who wrote what, where it was, where it was left and who may possibly have read it. Let me tell that some people have already told me that you here had some sort of hallucination, as they say you say that you see things that nobody else has been able to see. Don’t worry, I’ll only believe it when I see it myself.
Then, I’ll read what you have to say about those crucial moments when you, apparently, found out that Maddie was missing. You know all the wooshing and clanking, or clanking and wooshing, in whichever order you decided to put it in your book, if you did put it in.
I’m also very interested in the apparent sudden urge that Gerry had to play with the window, a completely "natural" reaction for a father to have when discovering that Peter Pan has just flown through that same window with his daughter just minutes before. The Sun does describe it, but I’m sure that in your book it will be much more entertaining.
I’ll also dedicate some attention to all those people that a group of unknown tourists in an unknown little town apparently had coming in and out of the apartment during that particular night. From what I’ve been told, it seems more like it was taken out of a WWII Britcom. It's like the whole Brit Community in PdL was on it’s toes for a Fire Drill Exercise, and, just like clockwork, as soon as you wailed the alarm, half of the town obediently rushed to the preset muster point. I do believe that in the book most of these people remain nameless, but we know who they are, don’t we?
Lastly, let me just tell you how interested I am in the “lovemaking chapter” of your book. That particular subject in a book about the ordeal of one’s supposedly abducted daughter is quite revealing. It says tons about one’s personality, but, more importantly, even more about the need of even having written it.
Also it absolutely "validates" the fact that, albeit my timely calling to your attention, Dianne Webster's pictures of the lot of you having dinner around the BIG ROUND TABLE at Tapas, weren't published in your book after all because they were TOO INTIMATE...
I intend to skip all those parts in which you dedicate to your own belly-button, so, I expect, as of Monday, to be a quick read.
By the way, I’m not foreseeing the need to change a single word of what we’ve written in this blog thus far about the case due to your book.
We will use it, obviously, to even further incriminate you, as well as to confirm that your group of 9, alone, couldn’t get away with it without external help.
And do read “external”, as starting just outside the apartment...
Best regards, and do enjoy your trip to Portugal.
I’m starting to think I owe an apology to Mr Cameron. He may just have proven to be smarter than I initially thought.
The McCanns asked for help, but as a reader has commented, did they really want it? At least the way they got it? You see, by ”asking” the Met to look into the case, he has made aware, for those he knows more attentive, for the possibility of the Yard to “find” something.
This will certainly ease off some pressure from certain “privileged” quarters that have played "this game" by their own rules, but now do have to simmer down, so as not to run the risk of the broil spilling over...
Also, by “proposing” instead of “directing” he allows the Met not to come up with any result. They’ll look at the case very attentively, and then... look at it again, and if required, look at it as many times as they have to look at it, to really have a good look at it.
This is not good for the McCanns.
Cameron has now pinned them to the role they deserve to be in: mere pawns in the game. They go where they are moved, and pray that the bigger pieces, don’t find them appetizing enough for the next move in the permanent and endless game of power gaining where the two set of players gladiate mercilessly: the influential and the politicians.
Both REALLY powerful although the latter, living basically on opportunity and chance, are in a much more fragile position than the first.
Now just imagine what life has become for the McCanns from now on.
Until now, they’ve spent each day looking over their shoulder to watch out for disdainful stares of all those who know them to be guilty but feel powerless before the powerful. Unpleasant but completely harmless.
But now the game has changed. Now they still have to spend each day watching over their shoulder but now be completely and absolutely focused on who is looking. This time for survival reasons. Each second of their time is now to analyze what benefit they represent to a certain “rook”, or a certain “knight”, “bishop”, “queen” or even “king” to be unceremoniously kicked out of the board in a particular moment of time… which, for example, could be tomorrow.
Humiliating would be to be kicked out by another pawn... but that is a likely scenario, as they are the most numeric pieces on the board, aren't they, and very few reach the end of the game, so now they're all fighting for survival, aren't they?
And what’s the difference between this and a normal chess game? It’s the fact that the McCanns, in this case, are completely colourless. They are neither Black, nor White.
A very, very unpleasant position to be found in...
For example, suppose that in their forthcoming visit to Portugal, to promote Kate's book, “escorted” by the Yard, they're "asked”, out of the blue, to go down to PdL and perform a “surprise” reconstruction.
Wouldn’t that be fun? Just picture all those people literally jumping out of their chairs...
I have to stop to voice out my dreams…