roy nelson

Another copy and paste post.

(PilotsFor911Truth.org)

- Newly decoded data provided by an independent researcher and computer programmer from Australia exposes alarming evidence that the reported hijacking aboard American Airlines Flight 77 was impossible to have existed. A data parameter labeled "FLT DECK DOOR", cross checks with previously decoded data obtained by Pilots For 9/11 Truth from the National Transportation Safety Board (NTS through the Freedom Of Information Act.

On the morning of September 11, 2001, American Airlines Flight 77 departed Dulles International Airport bound for Los Angeles at 8:20 am Eastern Time. According to reports and data, a hijacking took place between 08:50:54 and 08:54:11[1] in which the hijackers allegedly crashed the aircraft into the Pentagon at 09:37:45. Reported by CNN, according to Ted Olson, wife Barbara Olson had called him from the reported flight stating, "...all passengers and flight personnel, including the pilots, were herded to the back of the plane by armed hijackers..."[2]. However, according to Flight Data provided by the NTSB, the Flight Deck Door was never opened in flight. How were the hijackers able to gain access to the cockpit, remove the pilots, and navigate the aircraft to the Pentagon if the Flight Deck Door remained closed?[3]

Founded in August 2006, Pilots For 9/11 Truth is a growing organization of aviation professionals from around the globe. The organization has analyzed Data provided by the National Transportation Safety Board (NTS for the Pentagon Attack, the events in Shanksville, PA and the World Trade Center attack. The data does not support the government story. The NTSB/FBI refuse to comment. Pilots For 9/11 Truth do not offer theory or point blame at this point in time. However, there is a growing mountain of conflicting information and data in which government agencies and officials along with Mainstream Media refuse to acknowledge. Pilots For 9/11 Truth Core member list continues to grow.

Just returned from spending the weekend with Abbie.

She spent a couple of nights at her friends in the week,
allowing herself to be waited on - nice one, lady.

Now, she is starting to worry about the pounds she is putting on.

Ah people.

Get well then diet.
Problem ?!

When I was young er, live fast die young was the motto.
As it was for my similar aged peers.

Death happened to other people.
Usually older people.
We mourned them then moved on.

As we get older, life becomes more precious.
Our own children plug us into our mortality.
We slow down, take care and think of the future.

Death still haunts us.
We mourn and take even longer to move on.
We become fearful of death.

Afraid of the inevitable !?
Pretending there is a choice ?!
Not now but later.

It would be tragic if it wasnt comic.

Just returned from a weekend at Abbies.

Chemo round 3 was on thursday and, as usual, hit her hard.
Constantly retching and vomiting - jesus.
Broken sleep added to the mix.

No contact with work.
Little contact with friends. (risk of infection)
No life and mood very low...

Abbie - you are so much more stronger than me.

And a Thank You to a couple of my younger customers.
They indulge me in a sprint down the mews.

I havent won a single race yet.
But I will.
I am not slower than I once was.
These kids are just fast...

Noticed I am running and rarely walking.
Not far and not for too long.

I become slightly breathless and stop.
I have even worked up a sweat.

Feeling better for it ?
Er..

Another possible 'hate crime' in the press and another death.
Reports of 'packs of yobs' roaming our estates and 'unsafe' streets.

'More Police', comes the call.
'Spy on your neighbours', some London councils have already called.

All this happens because WE allow it.

WE dont get involved anymore.
WE dont talk to our neighbours.
WE dont look out for each other anymore.
WE dont unite and fight back.

Dont - Wont.

WE have no one to blame but ourselves.

Was chatting to a friend this evening about the poison in our food.

The conversation had began earlier in the day, when Marty raised the issue of hormones and pus in our milk supply !

It continued later in the local supermarket whilst we read labels, such small print nowadays, and foraged for supper.

Everything is tainted with chemical additive.

The shelves were full of processed foods.
The Fruit and Veg section was tiny.
Choice was small indeed.

I know its been happening for years.
Just seems to have hit me again.
We are what we eat...

Abbie and I spent the weekend lounging on the couch watching TV.
The weather was as bad as she was feeling.

Why are carers always more difficult to care for ?
Luckily, I remember being as bad - it wasnt that long ago.

Today is the anniversary of the stents being inserted.
And the second heart attack.
A piece of piss compared to the first.

Stents are inserted through the main artery in the groin.
The way to a mans heart...

Thank you ALL.

Abbie has had her second lot of chemotherapy.

She sounded tired and depressed on the phone.
The anticipation of the nausea overshadows all.

For the next few days her white blood cell count falls dangerously low.
Risk of infection is high.

Five more months of this !
Jesus.

After suffering all week with an infected eye, I finally got myself off to the Eye Hospital.

Actually, I only went to stop my friends nagging. They have made me wear dark glasses to stop young children being frightened by me !!?

'Tis the worst case of conjunctivitus I have seen for a while', the kind Doctor said.
I said Thank You and left.

I had phoned my Doctor first.
They grumble I dont come in to see them enough.
The receptionist told me Doctor doesnt do eyes !
Nor the surgery nurse !

I now know why are Hospitals are so bloody busy.

96 hours.
alone.
i dont watch any anymore

My first two customers, this morning, were riders who had been hit by car drivers.
Both were shaken but not hurt.

One bike had only minor damage, the other, written off for insurance purposes.

What made it worse was the driver who had smashed into the bike had given false contact details !
Luckily, the rider had the good sense to make a note of the registration.

Just before lunch, a friend turned up after just being rammed from behind by a car.
With both bike and rider on the ground, the car reversed to untangle the bike, then drove around him and away !

After lunch, I got a call from another rider.
Her bike had been driven into and knocked over.
She had parked it up when visiting a friend.
A note had been left apologising for the damage and contact details - not false.

A strange day.
Made worse for me, as an observer, to note that only one person out of four had taken responsibility for their expensive and dangerous mistakes.

Car drivers - I hate them.

8 years on, two war(s), over a million deaths !
Civil rights - no civil rights.
Spying on the populace with their mechanical eyes.

I no longer feel safe and our Western leaders are to blame.

Stop the wars.

Whilst visiting a friend in hospital, I noticed a commode by a bed.
The nurse was pulling the screen across to give the elderly woman privacy.

The ward had 3 other beds - all female patients.
4 metres across the room a door led to the 'Patient's Toilets'.

I wondered if the lady couldnt manage the toilet and preferred the commode.
For a moment.

The room filled with the smell of defecation (such a great word).

Hold on.
My partner is recovering from surgery as are the others, im presuming.
Molecules of shit floating round the room !
Just as important, the feelings of the people using the commodes.

I understand that for many patients toileting is an issue.
Pissing behind a screen ?
Not a problem.

When it comes to shitting, perhaps we should spend the time to get patients to the toilets.
It has to be better for hygiene and dignity.

Demonstration against the motorcycle parking charges imposed by the Council.

Bikes are the solution to London's traffic problems - not the problem.

Listen to the people.

Incredible.

Watching you at all times.

Letting go of the past.
Such any easy thing to write, say or do !
Not.

Our past defines us.

Where we come from.
Our actions in any given situation.
All experiences which shape us,
make us or break us.

Letting go of the past ?
More like embracing and integrating it.
We are our past.
Deal with it.

The best picture of improper Police action at the G20 summit so far.