Monday, April 24, 2017

Murder Statement: Second Look

Update:

In the midst of an interview, a subject was asked the following question about Robert, a missing person believed to be murdered. 

The pattern was broken in the interview. 

Question:  "When was the last time you saw him alive?"

Subject:  "The last time I saw Robert was when he was on the mat beside the bed, just before I went to work."

Expected Response:


Date, and time frame.  

"That Monday before he went missing" or something similar.  

Context:  "Robert" was the theme of the interview.  After using his name several times, both the detective and the subject referred to Robert as "he" and "him."  This is an expected flow of the law of economy where speech moves towards the simpler and shorter.  It is the norm.  The brain is very efficient in doing this.  Any change becomes important.  

a.  parroting

Parrotting is the repeating back of words and it takes less effort (ease) in doing so.  It can also be used as a pause in the event one needs to carefully consider his words.

Q.  "What time did you get in last night?"

A.  "What time did I get in?  Oh, it was just after 11."  



Here the proverbial teen may have used the question to stall for an answer, making the question, itself, sensitive. 

Had the answer been, "What time did we get home last night?  Oh, it was just after 11." it would have disrupted the parroting in order to make changes, including, "we" and the introduction of "home."  This would signal that the question is more than just sensitive regarding time, but now both at least one other person is on the mind of the subject and location.  An astute dad would have caught this naturally.  

Not only was there a parroting, but there was change.  

           This is significant for investigators and interviewers.  

When the law of economy is disrupted the analyst/interviewer/investigator should take notice.  As effort is needed, sensitivity and importance is increased. 

It is here that we find a subject is very likely telling the truth:

When was the last time you saw him alive?

He we expect, "on the Thursday that..." where the question is answered directly.  He does not go to a date, but a body position instead:  

"The last time I saw Robert was when he was on the mat beside the bed, just before I went to work."

He imported Robert's name after the interview was already on to the use of pronouns.  This heightens importance. 

He parroted back his response with the change of name.  

He parroted back with deletion of "alive."

When these two portions are taken together,  we see that he does not answer the question and uses additional effort to do so.  

Analysis Conclusion:  

The subject is deliberately concealing information about the murder. 

He was asked "when" and not only did we have the change of parroting (dropping the word "alive" and adding the victim's name) but we have the word "just" used. 

This is a dependent word that seeks to compare one point in time with another.  

Remember, the question was "when" and the subject changed the language (effort) and said,

"The last time I saw Robert was when he was on the mat beside the bed, just before I went to work."

In the word "just" we find additional information. 

He could have said, "...when he was on the mat beside the bed before I went to work", with the timing of going to work still important information (alibi building), yet he said,

"just before I went to work."

This means that his time frame has a comparative element to it.  

It is very likely that he is thinking of when he saw the victim both alive and dead.  

            Special thanks to an astute instructor who asks the right        questions.  



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15 comments:

tania cadogan said...

Off topic

Ten Years
Official Find Madeleine Campaign·Monday, April 24, 2017
24 April, 2017 - Ten Years

Ten years- there's no easy way to say it, describe it, accept it. I remember when Madeleine first disappeared I couldn’t even begin to consider anything in terms of years. Shawn Hornbeck abducted and kept hidden for over four years, Natascha Kampusch for over eight years. I couldn't go there. And now here we are...Madeleine, our Madeleine- ten years.
Most days are similar to the rest - another day. May 3rd 2017 - another day. But ten years - a horrible marker of time, stolen time.
We are bracing ourselves for the next couple of weeks. It's likely to be stressful and painful and more so given the rehashing of old 'stories', misinformation, half-truths and downright lies which will be doing the rounds in the newspapers, social media and 'special edition' TV programmes.
Media appearances are draining and on occasion, unhelpful to the only thing we want, finding Madeleine. They need to have a purpose. We could spend all our time and energy trying to defend ourselves by correcting inaccuracies and lies, but then we would have no strength left to look for Madeleine, look after our other children and to live our life.
I truly hope that those reporting on the 'story' over the next couple of weeks will have a conscience. Even if little consideration for Gerry and me is shown, they will at least bear in mind the effect such unfounded and unwarranted negativity could have on our other children - and of course Madeleine.
Thankfully, there is an active police investigation to try and find Madeleine and bring her abductor to justice. There are no new appeals that the police wish to make at this moment in time and so we are keeping any media involvement marking this unwanted milestone to a minimum.
The two themes that seem most appropriate to me as we reach this ten year mark are perseverance and gratitude: We will go on, try our hardest, never give up and make the best of the life we have.
We consider ourselves immensely fortunate to have received the love, solidarity and support from so many kind and decent people over the last decade. There have been many challenges and low points along the way but the warmth, encouragement and positivity we have experienced from the ‘quiet majority’ has undoubtedly sustained us and maintained our faith in human goodness. And while that is there, there will always be hope.
Thank you so much from all of our family.
Kate and Gerry

tania cadogan said...

It is interesting to note there is yet again no call out to Maddie.
Once again it is all about them, how they are feeling, what they are going through.
Note their order of priority, themselves first, there other children and lastly Maddie.

Note their language and of course Madeleineasking us to take it for granted, without question.

There are no new appeals that the police wish to make at this moment in time and so we are keeping any media involvement marking this unwanted milestone to a minimum.

Why?

It is 10 years down the line, why are they not calling out to Maddie, telling her they are looking for her, that they will find her and bring her home?
They are not doing so because she cannot see or hear them.
They know Maddie is long dead so why waste time talking to a dead person?

Another spiel of total codswallop from self serving apologists for parents.

mom2many said...

OT: blog by Jono Blackburn on the anniversary of Amanda's death http://apotheolotics.blogspot.com/2016/11/one-year-ago_12.html
A year ago yesterday, Tuesday, Nov. 10, 2015, I awoke around 7:35 AM CST to my wife, Tessa, standing over me beside the bed.

“Did you see the text your mom sent?” Though I couldn’t see much detail at all without my contacts in, I could tell she had just gotten out of the shower.

“Huh, what? No,” I responded, frustrated I’d just been jolted out of sleep only a few minutes before my alarm was set to go off. “What did she say?”

“Amanda collapsed,” she said. “She’s unconscious but still breathing.”

“What?” I said incredulously, but suddenly alert. I sat up in bed, put my glasses on, and unlocked the screen on my phone to confirm what my wife just told me. Tessa hurriedly left my side, taking her usual spot in front of the full-length mirror to start on her hair and make-up. She was visibly shaken.

“Please pray right now – Amanda has collapsed and is unconscious on the floor but breathing,” read the text from my mom.

“Whoa, what could’ve happened,” I wondered to myself. I was taken off guard to say the least. My brother, Davey, and his wife, Amanda, have been the pictures of physical health and fitness, so whatever happened, it’s so unusual that it must be serious. Did she hit her head? Severe blood sugar or blood pressure drop?

“Praying! Keep us updated!” was Tessa’s reply. Just then I realized I was letting my thoughts and speculation and growing anxiety sweep me away from the moment. As I was about to respond in agreement with Tessa, Mom sent another text: “She is pregnant – pray also for the baby.”

My heart dropped.

I didn’t know how long it was before I drew another breath, but when I finally did it was like I had been underwater and finally resurfaced for air. We had no idea. Davey and Amanda must have been waiting to tell us over Thanksgiving when we’d all be together.

“Oh, God,” I prayed silently, “Please have mercy on Amanda and the little one she’s carrying! Preserve life today.”

Tears welled up in my eyes.

I knew the horrible illnesses that could accompany a pregnancy gone wrong, and now my mind was racing. At length, though I don’t know how long, my panic-stricken thoughts were interrupted by Tessa turning off her hair dryer. But I still didn’t know how to respond to this new revelation.

Just then, “Praying” came the text from Tessa. Why didn’t I think of that?

I needed to start getting ready for work. I got up and raced to the bathroom, adrenaline now pumping. Standing in the warm shower for the first few minutes, I cried out to God, appealing to his merciful omnipotence to intervene and protect my sister-in-law and my brother’s second child, still not knowing at all what happened, or how severe the injury.

After getting out of the shower and throwing on some clothes, I checked the texts again.

Mom: “He’s called 911 – they are taking them to Methodist hospital.”

Tessa: “My small group wives are praying too”

Mom: “Thanks so much!!”

Tessa: “Are you with them? Or in NC?”

Mom: “In NC – it is so hard being so far away from all of our kids!”

Tessa: “Yeah :( I’m sorry! Is Amanda still unconscious or did she wake up? How many weeks pregnant is she?”

Mom: “I don’t know if she has woken up. We only know that she was taken to the hospital because [Grandpa] told us that. Haven’t heard anymore from Davey. She just finished her first trimester. So I think she is 13 weeks.”

Tessa: “Okay thanks.”

“Should we go up to Indy?” Tessa asked me, apparently seeing I had caught up on the news.

“I don’t know. We don’t need to make that decision yet. We don’t even know what’s going on or how bad it is,” I replied.

We hastily finished getting ready for work, saying a few words back and forth, praying together a couple times, but mostly I was just caught up in the tsunami of thoughts about possible scenarios of what might have occurred in Amanda’s and/or the baby’s body to cause this emergency.
-cont-

mom2many said...

Jono Blackburn cont.
Just as we were headed out the front door, another text update:

Mom: “She is in critical condition – she has a head wound. Davey doesn’t know what happened. He had come home from a workout this morning and found her on the living room floor, and things had fallen – the ladder in the living room and the lamp. Don’t know if there was a break in or if something else happened. We are leaving to go up there. Please keep praying. They are doing a CAT scan right now. Baby still has a heartbeat. Davey is a mess.”

What? A break-in? The realization of the nature of Amanda’s injury and the events that could have transpired hit me with such force I had to catch my breath again.

Tessa: “I can’t imagine! Praying! Where is Weston? Is he okay?”

(My nephew was 15 months old at the time).

Mom: “He is at the hospital with Davey.”

Relief swept over me. At this point we had made it to the car and were coasting down the alley that runs beside our carriage house toward the main road. I had a sickening feeling we wouldn’t be at work very long today.

Me: “Let us know if we should come up too. Please.”

Tessa: “Yes. Let us know and we’ll come up.”

Mom: “Okay – we will – thanks! Love you!”

Tessa: “Love you!”

On the six-minute drive to UAB campus, we wondered out loud to each other what could have possibly happened. Mom’s text mentioned a break in. A break-in? Things were on the floor – the wooden decorative ladder they kept propped up against the wall-length bookshelf, and a lamp. Could she have been on the ladder hanging Christmas decorations and fallen? Maybe a drop in blood pressure due to something with the baby and she blacked out and hit her head, bringing the ladder and lamp toppling with her? It didn’t necessarily have to be a malicious, intrusive act like a break-in, right? Whatever it was, if she was still unconscious that’s definitely not good. She would have come to almost immediately if she had only blacked out. Even if she had hit her head, she wouldn’t be out this long if it wasn’t serious.

I dropped Tessa off at her building on campus before parking in the remote lot about 9 blocks away from my lab, and waited for the bus. It didn’t take long to arrive. I climbed on the bus and found my seat among maybe a dozen other passengers, and the bus started toward the next stop.

Shortly after leaving the bus terminal, I received another update from Mom. When I read this message, my heart sank, my head reeled, I felt the blood leave my cheeks, and for a split second I thought I would vomit all over the shuttle bus floor.

Mom: “Just talked to Davey – there was a break-in / there were bullet wounds to the head and arm – they don’t know if she is going to make it. Need a miracle right now!”

Me: “We’re coming.”

I was shell-shocked. Bullet wounds? Amanda, my sister for the last 7 years, was shot in the head and arm? In her own home? I bolted out of the bus at the very next stop and rushed back toward the car only a block and a half away. I needed to call my boss to let him know that I wasn’t coming in. Before I could, Tessa called.

“Are you on your way to get me?” came the broken voice from the other end.

“Yeah, I just got off the bus at the second remote lot. I’m walking back to our lot now,” I replied.

“Who would do something like this, Jono? Who would want to hurt Amanda?” Tessa questioned me through tears and fits of sobs.

“I don’t know, babe. Just pray. Hard.”

So we did. We prayed aloud in the car on the way home, we prayed aloud with wails of sorrow and petition at home while packing and waiting on a rental car, we prayed on the way to Enterprise, we prayed at Enterprise, we prayed on the way back home from Enterprise. November 10, 2015, I spent more consecutive hours than ever before boldly approaching the throne of the Most High, by the merits of Christ alone as intercessor, with tears of desperation, faith, and raw emotion, pleading for that which only He could give. A miracle. Healing. Life.
-cont-

mom2many said...

Jono Blackburn cont.
It was around noon (CST) before we finally got on the road headed toward Indianapolis. About an hour after we left our house for Indianapolis, we got another update from Mom.

Mom: “They are still trying to stabilize her before they do any surgery. She is in a coma. Gunshot to the back of the head, bounced off the skull and is lodged behind the forehead. Need her vital signs to get better.”

Tessa: “Okay praying praying praying.”

Less than an hour later, more bad news:

Mom: “We need everyone to pray right now. Amanda’s vital signs have turned for the worse. Her blood pressure has spiked, which means the swelling in the brain has increased and is putting pressure on the brain stem. If this does not stop, her heart will stop. They are asking Davey if he wants her to be resuscitated if this happens.”

We pled with God even more, pouring out praise, worship, and adoration for His name, His unlimited power, His sovereignty, His faithfulness, His steadfast love, His mercy… His sufficiency… His beauty…His goodness.

About an hour later:

Mom: “The swelling is happening rapidly and pressing on her spinal cord, increasing her blood pressure, which will cause her heart to stop. The doctor says she won’t come back from this. Davey has made the decision, along with her parents, not to resuscitate her if it gets to that point.”

The anger had to be suppressed. I was attempting to drive on an interstate at 80 mph trying to see through tears that wouldn’t stop coming; anger wouldn’t help this situation. At this point I was in a battle with anxiety, hopelessness, and despair, and I was losing ground. That is, until my wife, in a soft, tender voice, weakened by the hours of sobbing vocal petitions to heaven, spoke another prayer of praise and worship to Almighty God, and then another, and another. Each softly spoken sentence lifted my spirit, encouraged my heart, and refreshed my faith in the Lord who giveth and who taketh away by His own authority, according to His own counsel and pleasure.

Half an hour went by. We sang worship songs and hymns together in the car.

Another half an hour, another update from Mom:

Mom: “Just got word that her blood pressure is dropping – we need to keep praying.”

Tessa: “Praying hard.”

When we arrived at the Methodist Hospital in Indianapolis (after turning an 8-hour drive into a 7-hour one), we took the elevator up to the Neurocritical Care unit. My dad was the first person I saw when I stepped out of the elevator into the lobby. I caught his eyes as I began walking to him and we embraced, tears once again breaking the barrier of my eyelids and flowing freely down my face.

“Where’s Davey?” I asked my dad, after he and Tessa greeted each other with hugs.

“He’s around here somewhere. He needed some fresh air after being in the room by Amanda’s side all day. Oh, here he comes.”

I looked down the hallway and saw my big brother approaching, his eyes red and glassy, his hair disheveled. That was the longest hug we’d ever shared. A memory from over 7 years before came bursting to the surface of my consciousness of embracing my brother at his wedding, when he had pledged to love, honor and cherish Amanda Grace Byars until death do them part. More tears ran freely. I didn’t even know what to say as we stood in the lobby embracing. “I’m so sorry,” was all I could manage before uncontrolled sobbing threatened to arise from deep within my diaphragm.

We pulled away from each other and he and Tessa also shared a hug.
-cont-

mom2many said...

Jono Blackburn cont
“Thank you both for coming,” he said to us wiping tears from his face and sniffling. “Do you want to come see her?”

“If we’re allowed, yes,” I replied, and Tessa voiced her agreement with a soft, “Yeah.”

“Yeah, you’re allowed. Um, just to give you an update,” he said as he, Tessa and I started walking down the corridor to the room, “I don’t know how much you know already, but the prognosis is not good at all. Without God performing a miracle,” he seemed to ever so subtly swallowed a sob, “the doctors say she’s likely not going to make it.” Reality check; I was tempted to pinch myself. I wanted to wake up from this nightmare. “I know God is able, but at present the reality is grim.” He said this with such confidence and grief. His eyes were watering a little, but he was holding himself together remarkably well.

“Yeah, we’ve been getting updates from Mom all day,” I said. We passed through some double doors to enter the Neurocritical Care unit.

“Okay, that’s good,” he replied.

“How’s the baby?”

“The baby still has a heartbeat, incredibly. We don’t know if it’s a girl or boy yet. We were supposed to find out in about 3 weeks.” He slowed his pace a little. “Hey, look, just to give you a heads up, she took quite a beating. Don’t be startled when you see her.”

“A beating? She was beat up, too? How bad?” I asked, the horror of this event growing more and more evident as gaps in my understanding continued to be filled in.

“Bad,” came his simple reply as we approached her room. I could see her through the sliding glass doors, lying there on the hospital bed, intubated, face and neck swollen. I wouldn’t have known it was her had I not been led by my brother and seen my mom, my Aunt Diane, and Aunt Esther in the room with her.

As we entered the room, I got a better look at my usually warm, charming, jovial, sister-in-law who now lay unresponsive, all but lifeless, in that hospital bed. To my shame, and only for a brief moment, what I saw made my blood boil with rage. The top of Amanda’s head was completely wrapped in bandages, her face and neck were badly bruised and swollen, other scrapes and abrasions could be seen on her face neck and arms, one eyelid was bright purple, at least 3 or 4 top front teeth were missing, and her left arm was swollen and lacerated from near her elbow where the other bullet had entered to her shoulder where it was lodged. Who would do something like this? Especially to this sweet, kind, joyful blonde-haired 28-year-old girl who had been like a sister to me for the last 10 years?

I sensed some movement around me and my mind came back to the present. It was my mom standing up from her seat next to Amanda’s bed and walking over to me. She greeted Tessa and me with hugs and thank-you-for-comings and I-love-yous. Davey sat down next to his bride and held her hand. Tessa stood next to me and grasped mine. My rage melted away. Only sorrow remained.

And we waited.

And we prayed.

And we cried.

More family and close friends came in and out. Amanda’s parents arrived, having had to catch a last minute flight from California where they were on vacation. Each time someone else showed up, the tears and prayers started back up.

And we waited some more, the ping of the vitals monitor and the airy compression and decompression of the ventilator sometimes being the only sounds filling the silence.

And we prayed even more.

We thanked God for the blessing of 28 years of Amanda Grace. We begged for a miracle. We appealed to God as Moses did, to have mercy on Amanda, on the baby, and on us, “For the sake of Your Name.” But we praised Him regardless, as Job did, “Though You slay me, I will hope in You.”
-cont-

mom2many said...

Jono Blackburn cont.
The doctors needed Amanda’s vitals to stabilize before they could run the brain functioning tests to determine if she was brain dead. That could take a while. Some of us got food from the 1st floor cafeteria around 1 AM. Around 3:00 AM, Davey gave into the urges of others to try to get some sleep. The family waiting room was just outside the double doors that we had walked through earlier, connected to the lobby where we had first met up with Dad and Davey. He hit up a recliner and soon fell asleep, though I’m sure it was a fitful sleep.

Tessa and my parents and I joined him around 4 AM. Using my coat as a pillow, I settled into a loveseat with bare wooden arms and a wooden divider down the middle. About 2 hours later I arose for some hot breakfast down in the cafeteria.

The attending physician began the brain function tests shortly after 7 AM. The tests were supposed to take about an hour and a half, the longest hour and half of any of our lives. By this time, we were all prayed out. Not in the sense that we were giving up on prayer in any way, but rather there was literally nothing else we could pray for. It seemed we had already exhausted all possible pertinent requests three times over already. God had heard our cries. It was now time to simply trust Him in His sovereignty.

We all gathered just outside of Amanda’s hospital room while the doctor and nurses were finishing up the tests. Some family had come back after having left for homes or hotel rooms for a few hours sleep. We were all so tired, emotionally and spiritually drained.

Finally the doctor came out and conveyed the news everyone expected but had hoped and prayed against. Our Amanda Grace was gone. Her brain activity had probably quickly deteriorated throughout the night and early morning. We cried, we thanked the doctor and especially the nurses who had been so attentive to Amanda and warm to us all throughout the night.

We all gave Davey time alone with her to say one last goodbye. When he finished, all the family (both Byars and Blackburns) and a few friends gathered around Amanda’s bed and participated in the most heavenly, solemn chorus of musical worship to our Triune God for His faithfulness and mercy in His saving grace, His purpose in life, and the hope He provides in the life to come. It was a powerful moment standing around the deathbed of one so young, so loved, so cherished, and so faithful in life, worshiping the King of Glory with extended family with songs like “It Is Well With My Soul,” “Holy, Holy, Holy,” and “How Great is Our God.” And I like to believe that whole hospital unit knew that day where the hope and joy of this family was resting, and that the gospel met with the quickening activity of the Holy Spirit and brought spiritual resurrection to someone dead in their sins. That would have been a fitting way for a missionally-minded saint like Amanda to leave this world.

November 11, 2015, Amanda Grace Blackburn finally beheld with unveiled face the glorious face of the risen, victorious, and reigning Christ. And Evie Grace's first conscious experience was of that same beatific vision.

Soli Deo Gloria
-end-

Anonymous said...

“What?” I said incredulously, but suddenly alert. I sat up in bed, put my glasses on, and unlocked the screen on my phone to confirm what my wife just told me. Tessa hurriedly left my side, taking her usual spot in front of the full-length mirror to start on her hair and make-up. She was visibly shaken.

Remember how Amanda's journal was observed by Amber in it's usual spot?

There is another case we looked at on here where someone wrote of how he sat in his "usual spot" right before he heard the bad news--I can't remember which case.

Surely, there is something analogous in these descriptions of "normal/usual spots" to the SA rule that when things are said how normal they are they are actually not normal.
Also, women do not usually do hair and make-up in front of a full-length mirror, usually they do it in the bathroom mirror bc you need the lighting to do makeup.

Anonymous said...

It seems odd, if not morbid, to rehash the conversation of a dying woman's family around her deathbed.

Anonymous said...

As we entered the room, I got a better look at my usually warm, charming, jovial, sister-in-law who now lay unresponsive, all but lifeless, in that hospital bed. To my shame,

3 or 4 top front teeth missing...that's like I said way back at the beginning...somebody punched her in the mouth...just like Davey telegraphed.

I've seen it happen...that is exactly what happens and how many and which teeth are lost when someone punches someone full on in the mouth. That is exactly what Davey telegraphed is God punching someone in the mouth. Prosecution is claiming she was hit with the gun though? No, that would not have taken out that many teeth.

Anonymous said...

DAvey fell asleep in a recliner??? As his bride lay dying?

Anonymous said...

Jono: Tessa and my parents and I joined him around 4 AM. Using my coat as a pillow, I settled into a loveseat with bare wooden arms and a wooden divider down the middle.

Oh my God, you poor suffering soul! You had to sleep on an uncomfortable love seat you poor little baby!

Why does Jono have the need for us to focus on his physical discomfort as Amanda lies brutalized and dying? Is it because he feels guilt? Is Jono guilty of something?

Anonymous said...

It's interesting how Jono was so irked when his wife awakened him when 'he had a few more minutes left until his alarm would have gone off'.

That's how people feel when they haven't slept for very long. And they damn why couldn't I just get those 2 hours of sleep before it was time to get up? Perhaps Jono hadn't yet even fallen asleep especially since he was physically so cold when he got in the shower that he remembers it as being "warm". It's hard to fall asleep when one is so cold from being outside.
It sounds to me like Jono was out all night and some of it was spent outside in the cold. I wonder what Jono was doing?

Misha said...

Tania Cadogan OT 10 year anniversary post

"There have been many challenges and low points along the way but the warmth, encouragement and positivity we have experienced from the ‘quiet majority’ has undoubtedly sustained us..."

When I read that I wondered if they were referring to the lack of public support that is happening on the message boards everytime a new story about them is published. lol

tania cadogan said...

Misha said...

Tania Cadogan OT 10 year anniversary post

"There have been many challenges and low points along the way but the warmth, encouragement and positivity we have experienced from the ‘quiet majority’ has undoubtedly sustained us..."

When I read that I wondered if they were referring to the lack of public support that is happening on the message boards everytime a new story about them is published. lol


It is more likely they assume, by not saying anything in the media, the blogs and forums and Facebook the general public are supporting them.
If you don't say anything against us in any way shape or form, we assume you are supporting us.

What they refuse to accept is that the general public are not buying their version of events and are sick to the back teeth of anything mccann related.
The media today seems to be more relaxed about anti mccann comments and allowing them to remain posted whereas previously they were moderated to buggery and any hint of reticence to the fairly tale of PDL was immediately removed and the poster banned.
The sun now pretty much leaves mccann topics unmoderated and the comments there are eye opening, the mail allows some comments although they do moderate and the more blunt ones get removed so we become adept at getting our point across in creative ways.

The media is turning hence the rampant mccann spin going on.