Madeleine McCann: The SUN 'Target a TROLL' NAMES in FULL

Sunday, 18 September 2011


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After the conviction of Sean Duffy, an Aspergers Syndrome sufferer whose main hobbies appear to be drinking excessive amounts of alcohol and posting despicable and hurtful comments on the Facebook tribute pages of tragic individuals who had lost their lives, it coerced the SUN newspaper into action, prompting them to create their ‘TARGET a TROLL’ Campaign!


Kate and Gerry McCann, ever the intrepid publicity hunters, quickly latched on to this ‘CAMPAIGN’ and procured for themselves, (via their infamous PR Mogul-at-large, Clarence Mitchell), EXTRA COVERAGE and column inches galore about the most obvious, heartrending topic and pre-occupation which is perpetually close to their hearts; THEMSELVES.


On the back of the Duffy case comes their NEXT targeted troll; a 17 year old kid called Jack Tims who created a puerile website entitled “If I get 1 Million Likes I’ll let Maddie Go”; a childish prank that deserved to remain entirely in anonymity and obscurity, receiving the very little attention it warranted.


Now, thanks to “Britain’s Soaraway Sun” their THREE MILLION estimated DAILY circulation figures ensure that the pubescent Tims is afforded all the attention that he clearly craves!


ANOTHER ‘TROLL’ target, named in the report is David Bret. According to the Sun:-


“Blogger David Bret, 57, has also targeted the McCanns with posts wrongly accusing them of being involved in Maddie's abduction — even accusing Kate of being involved in her death”.


I have read MUCH of Mr. Brets’ ramblings, and I have never known him to assert EITHER of those accusations. Nor does the Sun offer any evidence in support of it.


However, I would imagine that David, a renowned International Biographer, will be more peeved at being referred to as a mere BLOGGER than being embroiled in this piss-poor publicity stunt for the McCanns!


HOWEVER, all things been equal, and given that the “Soaraway Sun’s” Campaign is designed to TARGET the hurtful and spiteful TROLLS who suggest that the McCanns may be complicit in the disappearance of their daughter; it is only FITTING that we should all enter into the true spirit of the campaign and “REPORT” them!


So here are a few for starters:-


“McCanns are back in frame” ~ Report detailing the apparent involvement of the McCanns in the disappearance of their daughter after leaked FSS reports suggest that DNA recovered matched Madeleine. For extra EFFECT, the report uses big, bold word type for CORPSE and BLOOD, making for a truly salacious story.


The TROLLS involved??


Step forward ANTONELLA LAZZERI and CLODAGH HARTLEY from the....erm.................SUN!


How about:-


“Blood found in McCann Car” ~ another in-depth report that points out


“Sources said analysis of samples taken from the villa produced “significant” new information that could even lead to arrests within days”.


This particular TROLL was merely referred to as the ‘Online Reporter’ for the .....................SUN!


Let's try:-


“Catch 22 Quiz Mother Faced” ~ Detailing 22 of the less salubrious questions that Kate didn’t answer, including


“WHAT did you do with her body”.


Another anonymous TROLL, this time writing for the .......SUN!


My PERSONAL favourite:-


“Maddie Special Report” ~ A FOUR page SPECIAL spread, on the McCann case, published in 2008, a year after Madeleine’s disappearance, and including SPECIALLY invited and edited comments from the PUBLIC, including:-


“KATE and Gerry McCann plan to write a book about their "year of hell" since Madeleine went missing. This is distasteful, sickening and outrageous. How can two suspects profit from the loss of their child? The sooner this couple are brought to book for child abandonment, the better”

And:

“WHAT about the year of hell that child has had if she was abducted and is still alive? It's always been about money with Kate and Gerry”

And:

“A MISTAKE is using salt instead of sugar. Leaving three babies alone night after night for the whole holiday, even after Madeleine told them she had cried, is wilful neglect and the sooner the McCanns admit their guilt the better for this world”

TROLLS indeed!


All carefully selected and edited for her “Soaraway” report in the SUN by ANTONELLA LAZZERI!


Of course, since those devil-may-care days of free speech, the Sun has since learned new information about the investigation which changes their whole perspective on how they report the case.


NOT information that suggests that the McCanns are INNOCENT of any of the accusations that the Sun previously published, of course; just information that reporting it can cost you a cool ONE Million pounds!! Just ask Richard Desmond over at the Express!


Best not.






Godbless Madeleine McCann, wherever you may be.








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Brilliant. Well done Spudgun. Again !
One to print and keep for when C-R come knocking

Suggest that anyone interested in the role of the press reads the three recent posts from John Blacksmith. Excellent Stuff:

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The same Lori Campbell who helped Kate McCann secretly
spread a pack of lies to the world not just about the police
investigation in August 2007 but the scene of the disappearance itself
on the night of May 3; the same Lori Campbell whose husband, an
exceptionally murky figure behind his aliases, has been arrested on
suspicion of major involvement in the hacking scandal. as she did to Murat

One wonders how
lovable Lori would like it if people started going on television now
and, instead of respecting her husband’s legal rights, tell the world
what a suspiciously dodgy bastard he obviously is, as she did to Murat[/quote]

I bet she's chaffed (NOT) - to the contrary I bet she is livid.

But she (and him) wont be getting off with 600K compensation from the Press. He would be lucky to get off scott free. I hope Judge leveson serves him his just desserts and send him to Jail. That will teach that bitch (lori campbell)what it feels like to be on the receiving end of the law.

Thanks Me Good work Spudgun and your right PeterMack, pen and ink to the ready !!!

Let's show all the BlackSmith Stuff:

The Professionals

The rather de haut en bas reply from Cornelia Fuchs, the Der Stern journalist, to a forum member querying the media treatment of Kate & Gerry McCann is an entertaining example of “real media versus internet amateurs”, as immortalised by Keir “Batman” Simmons, whose square jaw and Rudolph Hess eyes now protrude unpleasantly from beside the newscaster on ITN’s execrable News At Ten – a programme about as serious and authoritative as one of Signor Berlusconi’s pet news outlets. Suits him, sir.

M/S Fuchs writes a gossipy and easy-to-read column about the UK for Stern. It’s not a bad column, if one likes that kind of clichéd superficiality – the British are always singing Rule Britannia and can’t wait to get the appropriate “picnic blanket” out of their council-flat cupboards so they can sit mit dem guten alten Sommer-Drink "Pimm's" on England’s verdant lawns. And, naturally, she is obsessed with HM the Queen. You’ll look in vain, however, for any signs of a person genuinely thinking for herself. And, despite the email, you won’t see her doing any real research either.

She is, in short, a German equivalent of the grotesquely overpaid “columnists” on the UK Mail, Observer and elsewhere who made such hay in 2007 while the money was good but who are now being culled, thank God, as the great days end – as you can read in the next Blacksmith Bureau post.

Think of those centre-page experts who began shrieking in the McCanns’ defence in spring 2007 (before they had any access to the facts) and you have M/S Fuchs. The comparison is exact, for she writes in her email: “The McCanns have said again and again in many interviews that they have made a mistake, as they left their children alone in the apartment to sleep. They regret this deeply. They have to live with this guilt.” Weird, isn’t it, how the very same sentences come out as though something’s been injected into their brains? After four and a half years you’d think that they could at least rephrase this Schmaltz.

So what are the skills and information sources that distinguish her from the poor little forum posters?

Conjure up a picture of the vast Der Stern database centre, a humming, glass-walled, grey carpeted repository of primary research twenty four storeys above the neat streets – and then chuck it away: M/S Fuchs does her “research” on the despised internet. And guess what? She “reads the forums.”

But the resources and credentials of Der Stern are still behind her. Why, she says, “Many times over the years a colleague has driven in this case to Portugal.” Note that she clearly hasn’t been there herself, on expenses or otherwise. Still, her hearsay informant colleague has actually, “spoken on the ground with several Portuguese investigators, as well as with participants in Praia da Luz.” Gosh!

Coy, isn’t she, by the way? Doesn’t actually say Portuguese police, but only “investigators”.

Finally her summary of what this massive professional research and analysis effort has uncovered: “Neither the Portuguese investigators nor Scotland Yard think that the parents are involved in her disappearance in any way whatsoever.”

The second part of the sentence, as tends to happen with journalists, is an outright lie. Scotland Yard has never, at any time, given their thinking on the case to anyone, let alone an overseas gossip columnist whose most recent research concerned the choice of “pantyhose” or otherwise at a royal garden party.

It’s all rather as you would expect, don’t you think?


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A squalid Industry That Deserves To Die

The email from M/S Conny Fuchs, implicitly propounding the worth and value of the media industry, gives us a chance to disagree. Not with the German media, we hasten to add, about which we know little save that an independent German press has rarely existed, but with the UK press. This week the London Evening Standard’s media analyst, “Professor” Roy Greenslade, gave us some statistics and analysis regarding its health.

Greenslade, like so many other UK journalists, did rather well out of Madeleine McCann, joining enthusiastically in the UK press Death Ride and raising his public profile sharply by joining the parents’ paid mouthpiece shoulder to shoulder on a debating platform. He was yet another of the worthies who presume to pontificate about the case without any real knowledge of it, finding the parents very hard done by indeed before writing a column in which he expressed his exasperation about the mysterious Tapas group and asking if somebody could please tell him whether it contained seven members or nine?

As usual the statistics tell the same story of unrelenting decline in both the numbers and the profitability of the print news media; Sunday newspaper readership, for example, has dropped from 16.2 million readers in 1991 to just 8.3 million by this August. Greenslade wonders whether the trend can be reversed. The answer’s no, Roy, for both Sundays and Dailies: the public have stopped buying your products and your industry is on the way to joining UK motorbikes, UK coal and the rest in the dustbin and along with it the careers of you and your colleagues.

The professor himself offers some pop sociological analysis of the factors that might be causing this catastrophe – the usual stuff about leisure changes and increased television watching – before turning portentously to one of the elephants in the room with these words. “And what, you may well ask, about the internet?”

Unfortunately this promising beginning is answered by “What indeed?” and then a mere two incoherent sentences about not knowing when people tune into it, whatever that may mean. Oh, dear.

Roy shouldn’t need to be told how bad the situation is – he’s sitting in the middle of it. The Evening Standard itself, only a couple of decades ago one of the most influential voices in the British press with a bright house style, good guest writers, political influence and packed advertising pages, is these days a tawdry freesheet, sold to a Russian adventurer for a pound and now given away at tube stations for free, like the beggar’s paper The Big Issue, which it increasingly resembles. Nearly all its decent journalists are gone and the classified ads section long ago migrated to the net. An undignified but well deserved end: the print news media in microcosm.

Naturally perhaps, Mr Greenslade never suggests that there might be another reason for the decline – that the product itself is rotten, as rotten as stinking fish, and that a very large proportion of the people working with the product are just as rotten themselves, corrupted by the monopoly position in information that they retained for so long. Nor does it occur to him that the internet didn’t cause the industry problems – it just happened to provide, for the very first time, a real alternative to the stinking fish monopoly: people couldn’t run fast enough once there was somewhere else to go.

It was the printers who were the first to pay with their jobs for the dishonesty and corruption which infests the press. Being thick as well as greedy the print unions set up a crazed and self-destructive monopoly within the monopoly, ensuring the papers were printed on hundred year old hot metal presses, censoring the stories they didn’t like, instituting a system of unstoppable perks and bonuses and, finally, establishing an organized income tax evasion plan in which the management silently colluded.

Those newspaper printers are now gone as completely as Manchester mill weavers. But what was their justification for their suicidal money grabbing? Their answer, and by no means an inaccurate one, was they’re all at it, why shouldn’t we join in? They saw the crooks and chancers who owned the papers, the journalists with their “expenses” which dwarfed what MPs could get away with and all the other perquisites which monopolies can enjoy at the consumers’ expense. And the censorship? Listen, said the printers, have you ever seen any of the bosses’ families or friends written about? We’re just doing the same thing. It was rather worse than that: on top of the financial corruption and theft there was the increasing corruption of the news itself as PR men, politicians and advertisers bought their way into the pages so that it was no longer possible to know what was real news anymore, what was invented and what was planted for a reason.

As reality began to catch up and sales to turn down at the turn of the century the players, perhaps sensing the end of the good times ahead, grew even more reckless and cynical. Such was the situation when Madeleine McCann went missing, bringing cries of relief from the industry at the size of the approaching bonanza.

We’ll have a look at just a small part of that Death Ride and see whether it matches the exalted claims made on behalf of the merits and ability of the “professionals” by Conny Keir and her like – the Mirror Group, Lori Campbell and the McCanns.



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What a Cess Pit

Have you read the libel writ which the McCanns issued against Goncalo Amaral and which is now winding its way through the Portuguese justice system?

No, thought not. Nor have we. The Mirror group has, though, because the McCanns gave it to them. They won’t publish it as a whole so that we can see its contents for ourselves – oh, no, no, just the bits they feel that we should read. Nor will they ever put in print why they accepted it or who exactly discussed it with them and what terms were agreed for its use and who chose the bits to highlight and the bits to leave out. That’s the sort of stuff that we, the people who pay them, are not allowed to know.

This is the same Mirror group which employed the nasty little snitch Lori Campbell, whose denunciation of Robert Murat – for all the world like some horrible Soviet grass sending a Kulak to the camps under Stalin – diverted the Portuguese police effort when it might have been successfully concentrating on certain more likely suspects. The same Lori Campbell who helped Kate McCann secretly spread a pack of lies to the world not just about the police investigation in August 2007 but the scene of the disappearance itself on the night of May 3; the same Lori Campbell whose husband, an exceptionally murky figure behind his aliases, has been arrested on suspicion of major involvement in the hacking scandal. One wonders how lovable Lori would like it if people started going on television now and, instead of respecting her husband’s legal rights, tell the world what a suspiciously dodgy bastard he obviously is, as she did to Murat. Lori Campbell and her husband are not bad apples: no, they are quintessentially typical examples of what the the modern tabloid journalist has become.

How did we ever allow information to be rationed and manipulated in this way? And how did the Mirror, once supposedly a socialist voice for the British working man, come to this – secretly at the service of a couple of Portuguese police suspects? How had a supposed newspaper fallen into the game of withholding the news from its readers, as in the case of the libel writ, rather than providing it? What happened to the idealism that was claimed to drive it – Forward with the People! was its motto – after World War II?

The answer is that the Mirror’s idealism was a cynical invention. Like its sister the Sun it was always a con on its readers, utterly contemptuous of their tastes and abilities and treating them like a giant flock of sheep. For more than forty years after the war the paper pretended to be a sort of working-class rallying sheet, writing soulfully of the miners and their whippets and homing pigeons, of the struggle for a Socialist Britain that they would one day help bring into being, an Anglo version of the Russian utopia that union official Peter Sellers mused upon so soulfully in the film I’m All right, Jack – “all them cornfields and ballet in the evenings”.

What a fraud, what bullshit! There wasn’t a single working man among the journalists or management which was packed, as usual, with well-paid graduates, cheque book “socialists” from the upper classes and relatives of the owners, all pretending to have the tastes and outlook of bus drivers and factory hands and all, like present day “socialist” Peter Mandelson, likely to mistake mushy peas for guacamole. But it served its purpose as the sheep were herded through the various gates – making money, making the careers of numberless Labour windbags climbing the greasy pole and giving the directors plenty of oomph with government as they decided which voting gate to send their thicko sheep readership through. By 1967, on the back of this fraudulent misrepresentation, this enormous con, the Mirror was the biggest selling paper in the world. The best you can say about it is that at that time its journalists were only lying hypocrites rather than the crooks of today.

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Working man Cecil King, left. Completely mad but nobody noticed

Paper of the working man? The Mirror absolutely despised, hated, the working classes, so much so that when the sheep actually showed signs of getting frisky and demanding via the strike weapon some of the pickings that their betters had cornered for years, the bosses of the paper freaked out and Cecil King, managing director during its time of supremacy, started preparing an armed coup against the state to put them back in their box!

David Stirling, founder of the SAS, enthusiastic wartime killer, hopelessly compulsive gambler and mercenary, was recruited in White’s club to organise the muscle. Lord Mountbatten, who is remembered firstly for his ceaseless intrigues at court and secondly for answering a question concerning the whereabouts of his wife with the startling reply, “at home, fucking that n-----r”, agreed to be a figurehead. King, of course, as his actions show, was quite insane, probably a victim of the same brain-rotting syphilis that killed his ancestor Northcliffe, but in the crazed and corrupt world of the late twentieth century British press who was going to notice the boss was mad?

Then Rupert Murdoch turned up in the UK with his dad’s money and bought the Sun, which until then had also leaned to the Left. The mass press, which Northcliffe had invented at the beginning of the twentieth century and which was destined for slow death at the beginning of the twenty first, now reached its ultimate form. The Murdoch vision, which the Mirror felt it had to follow, was the Lavatory Paper vision. Forget the lowest wedge of the working classes – they didn’t know how to vote, they were on dole or incapacity benefit now so they couldn’t afford the stuff in the adverts and, besides, most of them weren’t learning to read anymore. No, the target was the guy – not the gal – on the production line or in the warehouse, with its all-purpose reading room, the lavatory, natural home of the tabloids.

Murdoch’s was a total package based on his view of the known needs and interests of what he saw as the lower masses: sport, gambling, inferior sex, celebrity stories, crude jingoism. In the long plastic rows of factory lavatory cubicles all the workers’ needs would be met in easy baby prose while their trousers sagged around their ankles: football results, betting tips, celebrity news and suitable headlines like Gotcha! – after an Argentinian warship took two hundred fearful young conscripts to the bottom of the Atlantic. What could be better to round off this rich diet than some furtive masturbation amid the miasma over the naked girls so helpfully supplied by the Boss on page 3. Yep, Mr Murdoch’s package was the future and the Mirror was quick to follow.

It is only when the lavatorial squalor and nastiness of the UK press is laid out in this way – truthfully – that the reader can see that the McCann affair was not an aberration at all but a profound expression of just what that industry, with its monopoly on the packaging and control of written information for its own ends, had become as it started to rot and decline. And now we are beginning to find out the true extent of the criminality – not just the Murdoch press but across the industry – which we began to suspect in 2007: it is a racket, a corrupt industry. What sort of people would ever want a career anymore in such a horrible, crooked environment? People like Lori Campbell. And her husband, Ross Hall, who by the way, as well as being a typical journalist has a second, parallel career in Clarence Mitchell’s speciality, Crisis Management PR – that is, the paid protection of people like Pinochet and the McCanns via the secret use of the Lavatory Media that they know so well. Thank the Lord a fair number of these people are going to jail and thank the Lord that the loss of their news monopoly means that the UK news racket in its present form is on the way out.

Sometimes we accept things in front of our eyes without asking ourselves, does it have to be this way? Because the press had a reasonable, if not very honourable, record up until World War II two generations watched it slowly turning into a racket without really asking themselves that question. And the politicians, transfixed by the racketeers’ reputed power to make their careers with carefully guided sheep votes, or wreck them with carefully aimed sheep shit, were terrified to do anything. Then, finally, the internet opened our eyes.

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2011 and journalists mourn the closure of their tabloid. One down, more to go…

Many years ago another of the mad Harmsworths, one of Lord Northcliffe’s brothers, brought the Perrier water spring and business. It is an intriguing exercise to compare the things we grew used to in the news industry with a business like that. Would we willing, for example, to buy Perrier water if the owners of the company couldn’t be trusted to put what they claimed in the bottle? Would we be happy if creatures like Clarence Mitchell were secretly allowed by the management to add their own ingredients to the liquid? Or that half the people in the bottling plant were criminals? Or that the owners were nuts and might mess with the water out of whim or for gain but we had no choice but to accept them because we couldn’t get water elsewhere? Or that when we wanted to bottle water for ourselves we were told no, you’re not professional enough – you drink what we give you.

That’s the sort of pigsty industry that we allowed the UK press to become.

Madeleine McCann troll grovels to Kate and Gerry



By JAMIE PYATT

Published: Today





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A TROLL who set up a Facebook page mocking the disappearance of Madeleine McCann has written a grovelling apology to her parents.


Student Jack Tims, 17, sparked fury after we revealed he created a page titled: "If I Get 1 million Likes I'll Let Maddie Go."

But the shop worker claims he was shocked by the revulsion it caused.


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He said it was a "stupid, naive" prank which got out of hand — and that he never meant to hurt Kate and Gerry McCann, whose daughter vanished in 2007 aged three.


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Sicko Tims, of Herne Bay, Kent, said: "I was chatting to a friend about jokes comedians come out with and created the page. When it got in The Sun it hit home how much I distressed people." He then whinged: "I received threats and this could cost me friends. I only hope the McCanns can forgive me."

We revealed his page in our Target A Troll campaign against web bullies.



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The McCanns should sue this lad. Yeah, I know he's only 17 but I bet his piggy bank is full.

Perhaps the guardian of public morality The Sun could have a campaign, against these pages too, "Riding Your Girlfriend Softly Cause You Don't Want to Wake Her Up" and "throwing bricks at sluts". This even has pictures with the question "Bang or Brick". The worrying thing, many people "like" these terrible pages!