A brilliant post fromThe Anna Andress blog spot - plus Spudgun latest.... Should be sent to everyone.

bobbin wrote:Perhaps CM has his eye on the next main chance, the book, the memoirs, the film, a never ending tribute, a fantasy-fest of unstinting aplomb and adulation [oh such adulation], with of course its inevitable, eternal flow of funds to be laundered for a small charge via acquaintances met along his dark and [sometimes] dismal road, the one he often felt that he was treading, in caustic fear for his own life, nausea all too often rising in his throat, when the gripping sense of terror would be superseded only by a sense of feeling "so singularly alone", yet somehow, biting back the vomit, he doggedly managed to remain committed to seeing it all through to the bitter end, showing how he single-handedly lead the McConns on, to finally expose themselves.
He was of course playing devil's advocate all along, so convincing an act as to raise not a jot of suspicion, in order to fulfill his long-term mission of luring them into a false sense of security, so that they would finally blow their game apart and CM would [also finally] be able to luxuriate in how he 'knew' it all along but couldn't let the cat out of the bag before the McConns dealt their own final blow with a shot in both of their feet that would rebound off a can of beans that had recently fallen off a shelf, and deliver the coup de grace to both of themselves simultaneously, just missing CM's heart but passing near his lungs and pink rinse bouffant, and grazing his good, nay, "unblemished", perhaps even, "immaculate", yet abidingly "perspicacious", character en route.
With just a few tweaks, this is the opening passage to "How I dunnit, by me, myself" Printed by Mitchel and Boon. available in a "dumpster, somewhere near you, soon" Price, Priceless.

Cristobell wrote:

bobbin wrote:Perhaps CM has his eye on the next main chance, the book, the memoirs, the film, a never ending tribute, a fantasy-fest of unstinting aplomb and adulation [oh such adulation], with of course its inevitable, eternal flow of funds to be laundered for a small charge via acquaintances met along his dark and [sometimes] dismal road, the one he often felt that he was treading, in caustic fear for his own life, nausea all too often rising in his throat, when the gripping sense of terror would be superseded only by a sense of feeling "so singularly alone", yet somehow, biting back the vomit, he doggedly managed to remain committed to seeing it all through to the bitter end, showing how he single-handedly lead the McConns on, to finally expose themselves.
He was of course playing devil's advocate all along, so convincing an act as to raise not a jot of suspicion, in order to fulfill his long-term mission of luring them into a false sense of security, so that they would finally blow their game apart and CM would [also finally] be able to luxuriate in how he 'knew' it all along but couldn't let the cat out of the bag before the McConns dealt their own final blow with a shot in both of their feet that would rebound off a can of beans that had recently fallen off a shelf, and deliver the coup de grace to both of themselves simultaneously, just missing CM's heart but passing near his lungs and pink rinse bouffant, and grazing his good, nay, "unblemished", perhaps even, "immaculate", yet abidingly "perspicacious", character en route.
With just a few tweaks, this is the opening passage to "How I dunnit, by me, myself" Printed by Mitchel and Boon. available in a "dumpster, somewhere near you, soon" Price, Priceless.

Brilliant!

ShuBob wrote:

aiyoyo wrote:This brilliant post should be sent to the Official Find Madeleine website, or CR website since CR monitor internet abuse for the Mccanns.

If there is a feedback or comment section on CR website all the pro-mccanns trolls abuse of those disbelievers should be directed to CR for their clients.

CR should do a proper job, and not be selective about forum they monitor.

The shocking truth is that the McCanns and their acolytes ARE VERY MUCH AWARE about these things done in their name

bobbin wrote:Perhaps CM has his eye on the next main chance, the book, the memoirs, the film, a never ending tribute, a fantasy-fest of unstinting aplomb and adulation [oh such adulation], with of course its inevitable, eternal flow of funds to be laundered for a small charge via acquaintances met along his dark and [sometimes] dismal road, the one he often felt that he was treading, in caustic fear for his own life, nausea all too often rising in his throat, when the gripping sense of terror would be superseded only by a sense of feeling "so singularly alone", yet somehow, biting back the vomit, he doggedly managed to remain committed to seeing it all through to the bitter end, showing how he single-handedly lead the McConns on, to finally expose themselves.
He was of course playing devil's advocate all along, so convincing an act as to raise not a jot of suspicion, in order to fulfill his long-term mission of luring them into a false sense of security, so that they would finally blow their game apart and CM would [also finally] be able to luxuriate in how he 'knew' it all along but couldn't let the cat out of the bag before the McConns dealt their own final blow with a shot in both of their feet that would rebound off a can of beans that had recently fallen off a shelf, and deliver the coup de grace to both of themselves simultaneously, just missing CM's heart but passing near his lungs and pink rinse bouffant, and grazing his good, nay, "unblemished", perhaps even, "immaculate", yet abidingly "perspicacious", character en route.
With just a few tweaks, this is the opening passage to "How I dunnit, by me, myself" Printed by Mitchel and Boon. available in a "dumpster, somewhere near you, soon" Price, Priceless.

Gollum wrote:Tigger said "Imo CM is of limited intelligence - not even a good liar - and very fond of himself".

I'll drink to that!