One aspect which surprised us during Sabine McNeill’s trial in November–December 2018 was the relative scarcity of Hampstead SRA hoax promoters who turned out to support the defendant.
In the lead-up to the trial, Wesley Hall (from a safe distance in Spain) urged people to attend via his “Free Sabine” Facebook page, which attracted a respectable number of “likes”:
And yet, during the four-week trial the public gallery was never filled to capacity. By the final day of the trial, Sabine sat alone in the dock while the jury’s foreperson read out the verdicts. Not a single supporter was present—not even Belinda’s loyal sidekick Mary Rooney, who’d managed to attend nearly every day.
Compare this to Neelu and Sabine’s witness intimidation trial in July 2016, when seats in the public gallery had to be apportioned to supporters on each side of the Hoaxtead fence, and the crowds grew, rather than shrank, over the course of the trial.
By that trial’s grand finale, which involved (among many other signs and wonders) a grown-ass solicitor screaming, “They’re killing babies in Hampstead!” and telling the judge, “No, you shut up!” before storming out of the court, seats in the public gallery were hard to come by, and people had to take it in turns to come in and watch the show. Er, proceedings.
So if trial attendance is anything to go by, we think it’s fair to say that Hoaxteadian foot soldiers are thin on the ground these days.
As for the leadership…let’s put it this way: you know your hoax is in dire straits when the last “leader” left standing is Angela Power-Disney.
Yes, it seems that after four years of attempting to claw her way to the top of the Hoaxtead dung heap (dung being quite slippery when fresh), Angela has finally attained her highest calling in life: she’s in charge of the Sooper Seekrit Facebook Groop™, where she now has the authoritah to bark out orders to such hoaxer luminaries as Paul Rogers/Eddie Isok and his bumbling team of certified eejits, Marc Armour and Nattalie Stubbs Bradshaw.
There’s Cat Snot, of course, though lately she seems to be consumed with wreaking vengeance on her former besties at the Fresh Start Foundation. However, her capacity for venom and spite should not be misunderestimated (pace George Dubya), and it may well be that we’ll be treated to another fine Hoaxteader pagga when she and Angela have their inevitable falling out.
We mustn’t forget Andy Devine and his various attendants and appendages, though as a group they seem easily distracted by things such as King John Wanoa and his free energy grift—explained here by HR regular commenter Smut Clyde—not to mention the alleged goings-on at 788–790 Finchley Road, whatever they may be.
(No one has been able to explain the Finchley Road thing to us in any way that even remotely makes sense, other than to accuse EC of being somehow involved, because why the hell not? If anyone can come up with a coherent explanation, or even an entertaining one, we’d be happy to hear it.)
But the bottom line is that whereas the Hampstead SRA hoax was a rudderless ship last year, with Sabine on remand in prison and Belinda McKenzie whistling under her breath while remaining studiously low-key about all that Satanic child abuse nastiness, it has now become a rudderless ship caught up in a roiling vortex of incompetence and tomfoolery, headed (sort of) by a woman driven by (in her own words) her quest for “supply” which drives her to create unceasing dramaz in order to “feel alive”.
What does this mean for us? Good question. It’s entirely possible that we may be moving into this hoax’s end game, though we probably shouldn’t say that too loudly, lest we tempt fate.