One Incontrovertible, Unequivocal, Undeniable Fact Which Refutes the Diary

[Iconoclast]

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow there'll be sun
Just thinkin' about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs
And the sorrow 'til there's none ...

That's the great thing about tomorrows - they're always just a day away! Before we know it, it'll be Sydnie Christmas!

And - yes - if we are to believe the meteorologists, tomorrow the UK is going to bake like an old Victorian scrapbook slavered in linseed soil and stuck in the oven in 12 Goldie Street - can't wait!

But you've got to love yesterdays too. By chance, I was enjoying a cheeky little Guinness or four in the land of yesterday just a few yesterdays ago and I took the opportunity which being a bit drunk provides of questioning why I was the only person in the world who thinks the Maybrick journal is the authentic record of Jack the Ripper's innermost thoughts, when a brave young lady said she believed it was also!

Well, that set me thinking ("About time, Ike, I hear you all shout!"): I wonder how many people in the world of ripperonomy believe that the Maybrick journal is authentically Jack the Ripper's?

"Not enough", I hear you cry. But how many is 'enough' before the argument becomes a choir with a thundering chorus marching down the road like a brass band on May Day in some quaint and quintessential English village? How many good, decent, innocent ripperonomists deep down embrace the Cult of St. James (see what I did there, dear readers?) but keep schtum (that's 'schtum' not 'Schar', do keep up!) because they have the misfortune of missing the one gene we all need the most of: bravery!

Well, the sun'll come out tomorrow, and I implore you all to come out too and proudly nail your Maybrickian colours to the mast of the good ship Casebook! If you do, I'll be the first up the flag pole (or whatever it is) to hoist a Union Jack!

The question is, are you brave enough to face the tempestuous seas before we hit dry land and - to quote a great international leader (Ronald Reagan) - bask in the "broad, sunlit uplands" of the revealed truth, or will you hide in your closets, denying the light of day, and clinging to all our yesterdays instead of all our tomorrows, come what may?

Your Leader, Inspiration, and Comforter,

Captain Ike Iconoclast of the High Seas

[jmenges]

Well this thread has gone completely off the rails. I'm shocked.
Closing it until further notice.
It's going to be a nice day tomorrow. Everywhere.
Good day to get out of the house.

JM

[John Wheat]

I don't believe it's the 'real deal', and yet the fact remains; so far, after 31 years of trying, nobody has proven it to be a modern forgery.

My point still stands. Also its an obvious fake. People on this thread go on about it as if its a literary masterpiece it isn't. A child in there early teens could have written it.

[rjpalmer]

The March 9, 1992, double event is either a coincidence or causally linked. Why? because there are grounds to argue a causal link. The 'phone call came from Liverpool - of all places in the world - and Eddie Lyons drank in the same pub as Mike Barrett who made the 'phone call.

This is really strangely reasoned, Tom.

I couldn't help noticing that you made a similar comment over on JTR Forums, implying that Barrett's phone call could have come from anywhere in the world -- Sierra Leone, Stockholm, Tokyo, the Outer Hebrides, etc.--- yet since he made it in Liverpool this is somehow suggestive...of something...

Ah, no. It's meant to be a diary of "James Maybrick" -- a man who lived in Liverpool.

If a bloke decides to fake a diary of Jack the Ripper, and doesn't live in London, why wouldn't he choose a local chap as the victim on his hoax?

It would 'explain' --or at least make more probable--how he got hold of it. No bloke in Sierra Leone is going to use Maybrick, he's going to come up with some British bloke who lived in Africa at the appropriate time.

Use your noggin', Old Bean. That the call came from Liverpool is not random once you consider the subject of this 63-page prank.

In other words, if Barrett had lived in Sydney, his diarist would have been Frederick Deeming. If he lived in Chicago, it would have been H.H. Holmes or Neil Cream.

He's going to need to explain how it ended up in his mitts, even if it's just a lame story about the recently departed Tony Devereux.

Using a local yokel would be commonsense, and he's also more likely to know a historical figure from his neck of the woods.

[The Baron]

so far, after 31 years of trying, nobody has proven it to be a modern forgery.

Did you just copy paste from your last post ??

[StevenOwl]

We've found .. we've found

You just need to catch up with all of this.


The Baron

Oh **** off Orsam.

[StevenOwl]

Considering the Provenance of the Diary. It needs to be proven to be the real deal though. Not the other way around.

I don't believe it's the 'real deal', and yet the fact remains; so far, after 31 years of trying, nobody has proven it to be a modern forgery.

[The Baron]

unless you're talking about being correct and actually knowing useful information about Jack the Ripper.

I don't think they would go that far John, what sets the diary defenders apart, is that they put everything valuable behind them and glorified a fake diary..


The Baron

[John Wheat]

Well spotted. Nothing gets past you Barry.

It's great we get such masters of attention to detail so deeply involved in these discussions.

We are all very lucky.

Yes the Diary believers are the fortunate ones the same can't be said for posters like myself and the Baron unless you're talking about being correct and actually knowing useful information about Jack the Ripper.

[FISHY1118]

Well, with your informative insight and in-depth research, how can anyone else compete?

All the informative insight and research research has been done longggggggg ago my friend, some just done see it .

Fake then, fake now .

[John Wheat]

You clearly need something from me, John, but all I have to offer is my gratitude for your time and energy. You add so much value.

I require nothing from you. But thanks for the compliments.

[erobitha]

You forgot to thank him

Well spotted. Nothing gets past you Barry.

It's great we get such masters of attention to detail so deeply involved in these discussions.

We are all very lucky.

[The Baron]

Well, with your informative insight and in-depth research, how can anyone else compete?

You forgot to thank him

[erobitha]

But you admitted it was a hoax to a different poster.

And again you don't need to keep thanking me. I've already noted your gratitude.

You clearly need something from me, John, but all I have to offer is my gratitude for your time and energy. You add so much value.

[John Wheat]

No John, I'm playing along with you.

Thanks for dropping by.

But you admitted it was a hoax to a different poster.

And again you don't need to keep thanking me. I've already noted your gratitude.