XPost: alt.talk.royalty, alt.gossip.royalty   
   From: banana@REMOVE_THIS.borve.demon.co.uk   
      
   In article <1157290787.872423.296360@e3g2000cwe.googlegroups.com>,   
   Jimserac@gmail.com writes   
      
      
      
   >Lady Butler-Sloss is fine with me.   The chances are that there   
   >was nothing untowards in the crash.   And yet, like the Kennedy   
   >assasination, there are enough oddities to merit more than just a   
   >passing glance.   
      
   Such as   
      
   a) the impossibility that the alleged perpetrator actually did it,   
      
   b) his denial, with the words "I didn't kill anyone. I'm a patsy!"   
      
   c) the fact that, after making the said denial, he was shot while in   
           police custody by police-connected mafia guy Jacob Rubenstein   
      
   etc.?   
      
   With the Paris crash, start with the alleged disappearance of the   
   vehicle with which the Mercedes came into contact in the tunnel, from   
   one of the most surveilled areas in the world - another complete   
   impossibility.   
      
   Add that to the fact that if the driver had had the officially alleged   
   amount of carboxyhaemoglobin in his blood, he would have been unlikely   
   to have been able to drive a car at all.   
      
   You may be interested to know that a judge recently ordered a reopening   
   of the inquiry in France, focusing on the question of whether the   
   alleged blood tests were genuinely of the driver's blood or not.   
      
   Who knows, maybe criminal prosecutions will occur in France before   
   Slossy-babes ever gets her royalist arse behind the coroner's bench at   
   any English inquest.   
      
   --   
   banana     "The thing I hate about you, Rowntree, is the way you   
               give Coca-Cola to your scum, and your best teddy-bear to   
               Oxfam, and expect us to lick your frigid fingers for the   
               rest of your frigid life." (Mick Travis, 'If...', 1968)   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
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