THIEVING B'STADS

Well it seems Dan and Zora have succeeded where 1million plus tweets from the genitalia obsessed Scumcop and mad as a box of frogs Loopyjudy failed. They have taken over the administration of our very successful Facebook Page and kicked out the founding members. 

The basis for this hostile takeover is fear of trolls.  Can't say any of us are fond of them, but in some cases this fear can develop into a full blown case of trollophobia.  This is not a mild affliction, it leads to hysteria and loss of rationality, and in severe cases can bring on intense megalomania and delusions.  In the very worse cases, former sufferers have been known to die in bunkers or strung upside down by their own petards.   

Some might compare it to xenophobia, fear of foreigners, and this occurred to me. Poor old Waleed with his dodgy foreign name was an easy target and apparently a former pro.  Well news flash Zora, many doubters are, which you will no doubt discover as you go through each individual's account. Kate is right.  People are inherently good, and there are some things they just don't want to believe. It is a huge leap to cross that line and admit you may have been wrong.  I could not bring myself to speak freely about this case for a long, long time, because what is at the heart of it, is abhorrent to myself as a mother and as a human being.  Being a former pro, does not mean a person is insincere, most of the UK public do not know the facts behind the headlines, they may not have known then what they know now. Thats why we are here.  

You have built the Leaning Tower of Pisa on quicksand Zara, all the creative work existed long before you stole it and will continue long after you are gone.  The creatives were the founders and their talent goes with them.  While you and your psychotic sidekick use the members list as target practice, does it ever occur to you that you should have opened your own Group?   Ahh well, good luck is all I can say.  If you didn't have enemies within the group before, you have now.  

Its all a very small distraction and not worth the McCanns cracking open the Chablis just yet. While Scotland Yard are doing their hokey cokey trips to Portugal and sending us postcards, the trial of the century is about to start.  The Marquess of Queensbury .v. Oscar Wilde will pale in comparison.  This trial is about reputation.  Did an obscure book in a foreign langue harm the reputation of the McCanns, or might it have been the global media campaign?  




The original group and the original posters can be found here:


https://www.facebook.com/groups/196062787236426/196937663815605/?notif_t=like

THE LAST NIGHT - a short summer read for starcrossed lovers.

THE LAST NIGHT

by Rosalinda Hutton

He sat on the edge of the hotel bed attempting to tie his shoelaces as she leaned her body close to his. ‘I can change’ she whispered breathlessly, ‘I’m learning all the time’. He turned towards her and held her face gently in his hands, looking closely at the desperation in her eyes. He was amused at her childlike attempts to please him, but he felt uncomfortable and threatened. He needed to calm her, to quieten her down. He leant towards her softly shooshing her fears with light butterfly kisses. Her lips responded and moved to meet his, but he broke the spell and turned to continue dressing. He toyed with his tie, occasionally allowing one hand to fall behind him to stroke and caress the seductive body, reclining sensually on the bed.

She had turned away from him and was lying on her back, her eyes now filled with tears. He looked down at her and spoke reassuringly. ‘Don’t ever change - I like you just as you are’. He spoke to her like a father, stern and masculine, and normally she would have melted. Normally she would accept whatever he said, she admired and looked up to him so much. She felt safe when he was with her, protected. She could see the pain in his eyes too, the overwhelming need, the love, the desire. Sometimes she thought he was as vulnerable as she was. She knew that what he said made sense, acknowledging their affair would wreck both their lives, she knew that, but yet?

He could sense a storm brewing, and he was anxious to avoid a scene. He playfully undid the button of his trousers and looked up at her bashfully with his hair flopping carelessly into his eyes. Ok it would make him a few minutes late, but he was starting to become worried.

She sat up abruptly, brushing his hands away. ‘I need a drink’ she muttered angrily, as she stumbled across the floor, trying desperately to hold onto her dignity. She was angry, she wasn’t going to let him get away with it, not tonight. She wasn’t prepared to stay in the background any longer. She was as good as his wife, just as good, in fact, she was better - she had made it on her own.

She needed more than this. She couldn’t bear to be alone any longer. The continual days of solitude that ran into each other as she waited for a brief phone call or a stolen afternoon. Never a night! Oh no, never a full night. She needed to feel his arms around her, to fall asleep with her body moulded into his. To share their warmth and their pain together. Why didn’t he feel the same!

He watched her walk across the room, struggling to walk straight and to hold her head high. He felt a mixture of pity, amusement... and lust! She had pulled the satin negligee back into place, and the folds of material rustled invitingly, the lace clinging to her voluptuous curves. She had poured herself another drink and had turned to look at him with her glass swaying unsteadily in her hand. He remained sitting on the bed and gazed up her sweet baby face. Her eyes were blotched with black mascara and her lips were puffed and swollen. Her blond hair was mussed up, sexually bedraggled. She looked pathetic and wanton. He could feel his groin stirring, the passion rising in his chest. He didn’t know whether to embrace her or hit her! He wanted to overpower her, to dominate her, to hate her. He didn’t know if it was anger or desire!

He wanted and needed her desperately, but having her would destroy him. He watched in silence as she gulped back the large glass of straight liquor, and he felt disgust and loathing, even for himself.

She turned back to the bar and poured another drink. ‘Leave her’, she mumbled. He heard what she had said but remained silent. He sat with his head hung down, his hands clasped together in desperation. Any previous feelings of passion he had were now overtaken by panic. She was becoming too clingy, even unhinged. In the past few weeks she had become more unstable, telephoning him constantly, day and night, even at his home. He was terrified of what she might do.

‘I can be like her, I can be anything you want me to be’. She was starting to scream so he rushed over and held her tightly in his arms. If only she would understand. He tried to pacify her, whispering into her ear. She had heard it all before, she knew the reasons. She wanted to understand, she wanted to be patient, to do the things he said, if only he would give her one last chance.

She knew in her heart that this was their last night, that she was losing him forever. He rarely returned her calls, those early heady days of passion were a distant memory, he had lost interest in her, he had moved on. She had had to beg him to meet her, for what she knew, would be one last time.

She buried her face into his strong chest, he smelt wonderful, the soft sensuality of his damp, freshly showered skin overwhelmed her senses. She could feel him pushing her away, but she held tight.

He was the most beautiful man she had ever met, and she had met many! He oozed power and confidence, something she had never had. At least not without the booze and pills. He was adored, idolised. Everyone who met him was instantly won over by his handsome looks and charismatic personality. Why should she be any different? Yet she knew she could be so good for him. The family would accept her, why wouldn’t they? if only she could have a chance to meet them!

They stood in the centre of the room, locked in an embrace. He breathed in the smoky, musky perfume of her hair, she smelt of their lovemaking and again he felt aroused. He was losing his resolve, but he knew too that the situation was getting out of hand, it was becoming too dangerous. He tried to push her away, slowly and gently, terrified that the smell of her might cling, and that he would need another shower. ‘The kids are too young’, he pleaded. ‘ I would be crucified’. She stepped back and looked at the defeated figure in front of her, she knew that she had lost him.

In her mind she searched frantically, clutching for a word or a reason to make him stay, anything that would mean this was not the end. ‘It doesn’t have to be everything - not straight away’. She banged her glass down onto the bar, ‘can’t we just be seen together... go to a restaurant!’ He looked up at her and smiled, half laughing, he spoke softly, ‘you know that’s not possible’. As he spoke there was a knock on the door and he walked back a few paces to acknowledge it. He watched her in silence, he didn’t know what to say, what could he say? She had poured another drink and was fumbling in her handbag for pills. She looked so sad. She tilted her head back in a dramatic gesture as she swallowed the tablets with huge glugs from her overfull glass.

He felt guilty as he walked towards the door, that was what she had wanted him to feel.

The voice from behind the door spoke urgently, yet softly, ‘we have to leave now Mr. President’. He turned back for one last look, she was struggling to maintain her stance and her dignity, gazing down at the mixture of pills in her outstretched hand. ‘Don’t drink vodka with them Marilyn’, he said, as he closed the door behind him.

WHY SUE? - Reply to Rachel

Hi Rachel. I really have tried to view this from the McCanns perspective - no matter what I think of them, they are a family who have lost a child. That pain is unimaginable and I am always aware that they have two young children.  Most people who speak about this case have pertinent questions, they are reasonable people who post responsibly.  The McCanns are always asking the public to help them, the public are entitled to ask why.

You asked how I would feel, should anyone defame myself and my book Cry and You Cry Alone.  A fair question.  Its not something that bothers me Rachel.  I spent 3 days in a witness box - everything about my life and my time in St. Anne's is documented.  I'm also delighted to tell my readers that I am meeting up with my beloved Mole, my childhood friend and best pal at St Anne's for the first time in 40 odd years. So happy to say that when we spoke on the phone we simply picked up where we left off all those years ago, and were giggling like 14yr old schoolgirls again!  There has been a spate of 'ex St. Anne's' popping up from the McCann camp to smear me, but they skidaddle as soon as they are asked to discuss the 'wonderful' nuns.  Should also tell you the former Uncle's activities are being investigated by Yewtree, so bring it on.

But I digress.  I think the McCanns legal actions are ill advised - they have become vexatious litigants - its not an endearing trait. In addition it seems to achieve the opposite of its (intended?) purpose. Basically it is the 'Streisand effect' in action.

What I struggle to understand Rachel is the fact that the McCanns have always had it within their power to 'make it all stop'. Such is life, we have seen many, many, tragedies over the years, most involved shun publicity, do their grieving in private and the media respect this. That option has always been available to the McCanns.  Their continuing this cash driven search for a needle in a haystack is something we ('the anti's') cannot comprehend.  Not only does Madeleine remain missing, but no other child has been rescued from lairs or otherwise during the 6 years this search has been going on.

Do the McCanns and their deranged supporters really want to hear that Madeleine has been chained up in a dungeon and sexually abused for the past 6 years?  Dear lord, are they all mad, or is it me?  The 'adopted by a childless couple' scenario falls dead in the water, due to the simple fact that the 'abductor' squeezed past two cots containing the choice of a boy baby or a girl baby, to pick up the walking, talking toddler who knew exactly who her mother and father were.  Old enough too, to scream blue murder if a stranger attempted to carry her out of a window.  Scotland Yard may well come up with an alternative believable scenario, we can only wait and see.

Meanwhile, the questions about this case will not go away until there is a conclusion Rachel.  Like most compelling mysteries, there's a huge audience out there who want a satisfactory ending. The McCanns cannot now complain about the huge audience - they created it!  And it is an audience they have fed, watered and nurtured this past 6 years.  The unprecedented publicity surrounding this case and the release of the original police files was bound to draw out all the armchair detectives, particularly as they began to discover that the story they were being fed by the UK media made no sense whatsoever.  If Gerry's wider agenda was to punish everyone who doesn't believe the abduction story, then he needs to go back to his whiteboard, because it is not sustainable.

In many ways the McCanns are the victims of their own success.  They have the wide audience they wanted, but inevitably, among that audience will be critics.  No-one can legislate against that.  And in civil actions such as these, the Defendants are like nine pins - as they get knocked down, others replace them.  Litigants caught up in multiple claims need limitless funds. and even then there is no guarantee of success.   Most people in the public eye accept that some of their audience may not like them, on the basis that you can't win them all. Threatening those who doubt them with 'public exposure' and putting them on 'Hate Lists' are the tactics of those with something to hide and does nothing to further the Search. Somewhere along the line, the lost Madeleine got lost all over again, as it stopped being about the missing child and turned into an internet war, the like of which we have never seen before.

You asked if I would sue if people defamed me.  In response, I must tell you that I worked for 20+ years as a legal secretary in the City of London and I have seen hundreds of litigants like the McCanns who believe they can 'solve all their problems' with legal action.  It always brings to mind, a short poem:


'Here lies the body of William Jay
who died maintaining his right of way -
He was right, dead right, as he sped along,
but he's just as dead as if he were wrong'.

What's Going On

I'm going demented trying to figure out what is going on.  Just as it seemed the end was in sight, we have the Portuguese Attorney General's Office denying all knowledge of a letter requesting judiciary assistance, while Scotland Yard have already lined up 38 persons of interest.   

Will the full facts of this case ever be disclosed? It would be hard for anyone to deny political interference, but we have had a change of government and any past indiscretions can be blamed on Gordon Brown, so there is hope.

On the dark side, Goncalo Amaral has said that Scotland Yard only want to investigate an abduction.  I struggle to get past that, as I do trust Goncalo Amaral and he has contacts within the PJ.  However, that was quite some time ago, and he has not said anything recently that I know of.  I also trust Joana's site, and if the Portuguese Authorities have said they have received no letter, then it must be presumed true and of course, it has now appeared in The Mail.  

Scotland Yard told us that they have made 16 visits to Portugal, and top prosecutors from the CPS flew out there too.  They must have gone to see someone!  If they are only meeting with high up officials, who are not keeping the force on the ground informed, then alarm bells must ring. 

I tend to think this case must have a conclusion.  If they wanted to bury it, that could have been done a long time ago.  We must also remember that the case was largely dormant for 4 years, in that 'no police force were actively investigating' - but that may have been part of the mccann spin.  It may also have been a case of the authorities wishing it would go away. 

That was never going to happen. The leading players love the cameras, and the cameras love them.  In fact, if we look at them dispassionately, as the walking goldmines they are, or think they are, we may get to the bottom of it - but not in a good way.  There are still millions to be earned from the Madeleine McCann name.  The dwindling sales of the tabloids get a boost every time they get the name 'McCann' into a headline and it may be good for a few years yet. Our leaders may appear to have climbed out of the press barons' beds, but I somehow doubt they have given up the mutual back scratching.    

Why was Richard Madley drooling over Kate? Is it because the McCanns and the Madeleys are awfully nice middle class people? Or could it be because like every journalist out there he would sell his grandmother and throw in a couple of kids, if he could get the breaking news exclusive.

Who knows how this case will end, but end it must.  It may be that Scotland Yard, like the PJ before them, will have had to investigate every other avenue, before re-interviewing them, perhaps they got lawyers to insist on it.  Whatever happens, when someone does stand in that witness box, the evidence must fit the story. 

And for anyone who wonders why I doubt the McCanns - it was because they never looked.

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Enough is Enough - The McCann Saga

I see that opinions are varied on whether or not this will be a whitewash, but I think truth and justice will prevail for the missing child.

This case is not contained within the UK, other countries are involved.  The McCanns ex private detectives are currently facing criminal charges in Spain and Hallagen faces similar charges in the US. Newspaper reports from the time the McCanns employed these crooks, suggest that they were paid huge amounts of money from the Madeleine Fund, and any amount of evidence could be revealed in these forthcoming trials. 

In addition to this, the McCanns are claiming £1.2m damages from Goncalo Amaral, the co-ordinator in the original Portuguese investigation  who wrote The Truth of the Lie, a book based on the police investigation and TV1, the Portuguese television company who made a documentary of the book.  Attempts to settle this claim broke down in January and therefore a full libel trial must now go ahead, and a court date is imminent.  I think we can be pretty certain that Goncalo Amaral and TV1 will fight this claim vigorously and of course, whatever is said in Court can be reported in the UK press.

In my opinion, it is very unlikely that Portugal will bow down to the UK, and accept the blame for the failed investigation and the yearly bashing of their tourist industry by the McCanns.  Scotland Yard have said many times that they are supporting the work of the Portuguese investigation and there is no hint of animosity between the two forces, other than the blatantly manufactured stories of the popular UK press.  Why on earth would the Portuguese say their own investigation was shambolic and the beautiful Algarve is a haven for paedophiles?

From the recent press stories, if we discard the fluff, we can see that Scotland Yard are opening their own investigation, which of course will mean that any British suspects can be interviewed and charged here in the UK.  Those very expensive extradition lawyers employed by the McCanns, are now redundant as a full investigation can take place on British soil.  

This case is simply too complex to cover up indefinitely.  Any of those involved could break the pact and spill the beans at any time.  We can only imagine Scotland Yard detectives interviewing Jane Tanner?  Even the staunchest pro McCanns avoid using her nonsensical sighting as evidence of an abduction - are seasoned homicide detectives really going to accept it? 

The CPS visiting Portugal is a huge development in this case. Logically, they can only be involved if a trial is to take place in the UK.  They are legal prosecutors, not investigators, and I don't think they would fly out to Portugal if the suspects had not yet been identified.  

I know we have had a lot of ups and downs over the years, and at times it has seemed as though the McCanns are being protected, but I get the feeling that protection is no longer there.  Put simply, they have gone too far.  The ambitious Gerry and Kate saw the Madeleine Fund as a leading 'charity', one that would last forever more.  Their rage and anger I think, stems from frustration at their not being able to sustain the level of donations they achieved prior to their arguido status in 2007. The blame for this fell squarely on the shoulders of Goncalo Amaral and he had to be discredited at all costs.  

However, their vendetta has 'cost' them dear, so too have all their other legal attempts to shut down opposition. They have allowed their vanity and relentless pursuit for publicity to overshadow common sense. They believed they were invincible and their 'little company' would grow into a giant corporation, employing top libel lawyers to crush any dissenters.  All very high risk, but I have a feeling they went through a lot worse in May 2007, and if they could overcome that, anything else would be a piece of cake. 

The McCanns have said 'they will never stop - and if they money runs out, they will raise more' - and therein I think lies the problem. They are never going to go away, and no PM, government, nor Great British public, will ever be free of their demands. Maybe someone has finally said, enough is enough. 

       

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT

I'm having a fantasy love affair at the mo.  I have found over the years that fantasy ones are much better for my health and bank account.  You can dump them without the hassle of restraining orders and moving house.  

The current object of my dysfunctional desires, is the simply scrumptious Henry VIII, I am, I am, in the wonderful and oft repeated Tudors on BBC2.  So he executed two of his wives - but at least you knew he was single!  On the plus side he bought his Queens (just saying His QUEENS, makes my toes tingle) lots of diamonds, pearls and big country estates.  I totally get why 6 of them were up for it.   

I'm trying to wean myself away from this current obsession by finding a down side to him.  Of course his real name isn't Henry, or Big Hal, its Rhys something, which, sad to say, doesn't quite capture the sexy allure of this God and my current fantasy boyfriend. Aw shucks, I'd be quite happy to call him 'Your Majesty'.

Enough already. However, even in my little fantasy world, where everything should be sweetness and light, its not.  I also have the hots for his best mate, hereinafter known as Your Grace, who just happens to be the new Superman!  I hasten to add, that my little fantasy world doesn't generally involve any 'how's yer father', (not with my arthritis, and him being superman) - but I digress.  I now have to go see the movie, on the basis of 'im being in the Tudors! Doh! 




Ps.  My sons have never forgiven me for taking them to see Little Buddha when they kids!  All these superhero films are payback :(

CENSORSHIP MCCANN STYLE

Having watched the case of Madeleine McCann since May 2007, and read the extensive police files, I do not believe there was an abduction.

Apparently not believing the abduction makes me a 'hater' and a 'pitchforker' and a stalker of the grieving parents.  

I don't hate the parents, I don't own a pitchfork and as for stalking, I merely read the same press releases as everyone else and sometimes I comment.  

This has led to a hate campaign against me that is malicious, spiteful and ridiculously disproportionate. I have never abused, insulted or accused anyone of anything. In trying to understand the nature of this dirty campaign, we need only look at the words of Kate McCann in regard to the detective who led the search for her missing daughter.  She wants him to feel misery and fear, indeed she wants anyone who does not believe her to feel misery and fear and her supporters are more than happy to carry out her wishes, as a quick scan of their antics on twitter will confirm. 

Recently these supporters have attacked my book Cry and You Cry Alone, by claiming that I have lied about St. Anne's Convent. I haven't.  All the details of my case are a matter of public record, and I have since been fortunate enough to meet up with peers who were at St. Anne's at the same time as myself, many of whom suffered far worse experiences at the hands of the nuns, than myself.  These cyber trolls who are attacking me, are also attacking others who had their childhoods blighted by cruelty and abuse. These same trolls also attack those who were abused by Savile.  We must ask, how attacking survivors of historic abuse helps in their search for the missing Madeleine McCann?

I have attempted to step back from this case as the Hate campaign against me is now affecting vulnerable people who do not deserve this abuse. However, this has made no difference, and in fact the McCann supporters have raised their game by posting negative reviews of my book on Amazon and by 'lifting' everything I tweet or post in order to trash me on their hate site.  This is censorship 'mccann' style, anyone who doubts their story will be ripped apart and used as an example to others who might be tempted to voice their doubts.  

Despite all of the above, I still have sympathy for the McCanns, there can be nothing worse than losing a child. Both the UK and Portugal have invested heavily in Reviews to discover what happened to Madeleine - lets hope these Reviews lead to a re-opening and  conclusion to this tragic case.