SwissAir 111, 1998– A Terror Bombing?

 

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I CANNOT FORGET the gawd-awful BOOOOOOOOM. The rectory office windows rattled a bit; I felt the shake through the floor as well as in the air. September 2, 1998, 9:31pm.

Rushing outside, I peered in the direction of the Tim Hortons.. had their propane gone up? Nothing. The night was dark. No alarums or excursions or bright lights, but I felt deep in my bones this noise was bad.  Bad bad.

Hmm. As a chaplain to the local fire department, I headed over there.. just next door. The doors were open, some members were milling about with coffee, and the TVs were on the news…

Word began to come in.. a Swiss airliner flying from New York to Switzerland had crashed somewhere near us… possibly inland, they thought. The alarm went off, cars raced up, the members were still hauling on gear as the trucks raced off with them, leaving a small crew behind to man the radio, and monitor the news. Tom the fire chief told me later that they’d even beaten the Hubbard’s Volunteer Fire Department to the scene.. only.. there was no scene.

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Cell Phones: Not Useless

I called all the local clergy I could.. the Pentecostal guy on Tancook, the Anglican rectors along the coast in Blandford and elsewhere; the local Baptist guy. Local & area fishermen were heading out for some basic search and rescue, if possible.. they found only wreckage of the McDonnell Douglas MD-11.. luggage.. shredded body parts.. everywhere, the stench of aircraft fuel. 229 men women and children went into the water, but none were now alive to rescue.

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In Halifax, my Anglican bishop called some clergy to come to the Queen Elizabeth Hospital to wait for possible survivors. No survivors ever came. The clergy– from as far as an hour and a half out from Halifax– drove home in the early hours, as the scope of the disaster became clear.

As then-rector of the nearby Chester Parish, I helped out as I was able, including holding an internationally reported-on church service which filled the main parish church to the rafters, partly recorded for PBS. I gave interviews, made a small blog for news, tried to help my fire-fighters and other local clergy in the aftermath.

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St. Stephen’s Anglican Church, Chester, Nova Scotia

Fast Forward

As a typical Canadian, I assume the best about “order and good government”; and that people are, on the whole, not too bad. Assume– or hope for– the best.

Of course, Canadians had served, fought, and died in many 20th century wars: World Wars 1 & 2, The Korean “Police Action”; Vietnam; the Balkans & Somalia; the Bush Family Iraq Wars; Afghanistan; and even the illegal attacks on Libya in support of the terrorist-backed “Arab Spring” being engineered out of NATO & Washington and other Western capitals.

Still, it doesn’t happen here, eh? We’re nice. Mostly harmless. Nobody would think to– directly or indirectly– exploit, abuse, or harm us, would they? This deliberate niavete continues to 2017, and our widespread official non-response to the realities of Jihad, Islamic culture, and Muslim Supremacist activities in our country.

Opening My Eyes

The last I knew– after the ridiculous official Mourning Show & Hug In put on by Liberal then-Prime Minister Chretien and his bullying PMO, which actually forbade all the Christian clergy attending from naming Jesus Christ in the ‘ecumenical service’– was that the official report blamed the onboard entertainment service for causing a fire, etc. etc., loss of power, crash, all lives lost. Very sad, all over except the crying.

Until about 10 days ago.

Must Pee The Dog

Wee Wallace The Wonder Poodle has his routine, and I like to stick to it. His latter walk includes going up the hill to be snarled at by a neighbor-dog ‘Coco’; and then hoping to see his darling poochy-love Bella.. a small Lassie-type dog.

I was chatting with Bella’s owner, and she said her husband had come across an eye-opening book by a retired RCMP investigator for the SwissAir 111 case. The book said that the crash was due to a bomb, but the authorities– including the RCMP, and the powers that be in Ottawa, had been part of a cover-up.

So I told her a little of my involvement in the matter, and she left me outside for a second– with Bella & Wallace doing their doggy-waltz– and got the book to lend. I just finished reading it yesterday.

Given what we all thought we knew, this was a revelation. I could be no more shocked than if I heard that ground-shaking BOOOOM all over again at this very moment.

The Book

Swissair 111 crashed in 1998. Now, 19 years later, the leading RCMP forensic investigator for the Swissair, RCMP Sgt. Tom Juby, has tried to connect the dots, and set the record straight. He has paid personally, professionally and humanly for his due diligence in research, expertise, identifying remains, the recording & photographing the wreckage of the crashed airline after it was recovered from the sea-floor by divers and huge grapple-salvage barges and the help of other ships.

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It’s dense; well-written; factual; I’m not going to give a review except to say it possibly reveals fraud, criminal conspiracy, interference in police investigation and forensic evidence gathering, a massive cover-up, and blatant lying and falsifying the truth to America, Canada, the Swiss, and the world– all in line with the likewise covered-up crash of TWA800, and other terror attacks which have blighted our world since the original Twin Towers Bombing of 1993.

Long story short: an incendiary device of some sort appears to have been deliberately inserted in the “attic space” of Swissair 111, where it would do the most damage to the electrical system. The resulting fire burnt at 1700C, melting aluminum and sealing in tell-tale chemical traces into the nearby wires. Whether this was terrorism, or has to do with the missing cargo of diamonds and paintings, and a hope that the plane would have crashed deep in the ocean remains unclear. The recipe for the bomb-type used was (and still is) readily available on the internet.

Make It Worse? OK.

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Worse, leading figures and their intermediaries in the the RCMP and the TSB (Canadian Transportation Safety Board) appear to have lied and concealed the truth of what happened to the 229 homicide victims of Swissair 111, as well as from the U.S government and investigators, the FAA, the FBI, and the US, Canadian, and Swiss public.

Good old (Liberal) Canadian officialdom. Lies, cover-ups, collusion, pre-determined reports counter to evidence; top-down bullying & incompetence and illegal threat-making. Blame the lower-downs. Hide the stuff. Don’t make important people look bad. Don’t let the media know, or the public suspect. It’s all settled– “Accident”– so keep on message. Or else.

While Justin Trudeau is in power, there will be no re-opening or proper criminal investigation of the crash or the cover-up of this shameful episode in Canadian history, given that it took place on the Liberal Party watch. Sunny days.

Bomb, fraud & criminal cover-up. Mind blown.

Thus saith,

The Binks

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Look! A Squirrel!

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~ SO THERE WAS your humble WebElf, reading (online) the Pusey translation of The Confessions of St. Augustine (Book VIII), and I came across pre-saint Augustine’s comments about how deeply moved he was by the (then) book, The Life Of Anthony (of Egypt) Quotation below.

My brain is.. well.. not unlike a hamster on caffeine, so away I went to find a copy of the said other book, and started reading that.. before having finished Confessions... which I promptly forgot to finish. Welcome to my world.

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What’s not to like? A book written by a saint.. about a saint, which inspired another man to eventually became a saint. Doesn’t that insta-rate five stars.. or, perhaps, haloes?

Written by St. Athanasius of Alexandria, The Life Of St. Anthony of Egypt, primary founder of Christian monasticism, is a readable, gripping, and inspiring Christian classic. St. Augustine, in his confessions, describes reading it along with his friends, and being deeply moved by it.

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A youngish St. Augustine and his mother, St. Monica, she of the very very patient and constant prayers for her wayward son.

None of us knows the effect of our lives, actions, words– or failures in the same– on our neighbours and times, or those to come. St. Anthony and St. Augustine both knew that the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ is faithful, and sowed their seed in their times. Lo and behold, those earlier heroes of the faith inspired one of the great Church Fathers in his day and age to fight the battles and fight the good fight in his day and age.

A reminder to abide faithful, however hard the slog or dark the times.

Cheers,

Binks, Elf of Web


 

14. Upon a certain day, then, Nebridius being away (why, I do not remember), lo, there came to the house to see Alypius and me, Pontitianus, a countryman of ours, in so far as he was an African, who held high office in the emperor’s court. What he wanted with us I know not, but we sat down to talk together, and it fell out that upon a table before us, used for games, he noticed a book; he took it up, opened it, and, contrary to his expectation, found it to be the Apostle Paul—for he imagined it to be one of those books which I was wearing myself out in teaching. At this he looked up at me smilingly, and expressed his delight and wonder that he had so unexpectedly found this book, and this only, before my eyes. For he was both a Christian and baptized, and often prostrated himself before You our God in the church, in constant and daily prayers. When, then, I had told him that I bestowed much pains upon these writings, a conversation ensued on his speaking of Antony, the Egyptian monk, whose name was in high repute among Your servants, though up to that time not familiar to us. When he came to know this, he lingered on that topic, imparting to us a knowledge of this man so eminent, and marvelling at our ignorance. But we were amazed, hearing Your wonderful works most fully manifested in times so recent, and almost in our own, wrought in the true faith and the Catholic Church. We all wondered— we, that they were so great, and he, that we had never heard of them.

15. From this his conversation turned to the companies in the monasteries, and their manners so fragrant unto You, and of the fruitful deserts of the wilderness, of which we knew nothing. And there was a monastery at Milan full of good brethren, without the walls of the city, under the fostering care of Ambrose, and we were ignorant of it. He went on with his relation, and we listened intently and in silence. He then related to us how on a certain afternoon, at Triers, when the emperor was taken up with seeing the Circensian games, he and three others, his comrades, went out for a walk in the gardens close to the city walls, and there, as they chanced to walk two and two, one strolled away with him, while the other two went by themselves; and these, in their rambling, came upon a certain cottage inhabited by some of Your servants, poor in spirit, of whom is the kingdom of heaven, where they found a book in which was written the life of Antony. This one of them began to read, marvel at, and be inflamed by it; and in the reading, to meditate on embracing such a life, and giving up his worldly employments to serve You….

Conf. VIII. 14-15.