Australian Authorities Finally Have Evidence Missing Malaysian Flight MH370 Tampered With

Has Australia suddenly woken up from some sort of slumber or perhaps, a purposeful skirting of what they already knew but were reluctant to let out to the public over missing Malaysian Flight MH370?

Australian officials, overseeing the search for the missing plane have now come out and said that they have some evidence that the plane’s communications systems were deliberately shut off in the cockpit as perhaps, an attempt to avoid radar detection.  They’ve “discovered possible evidence of tampering” which they called “a mysterious power outage”.  Well, that took them long enough when most of the rest of the world, including laymen, have all figured this out long ago.

During a scouring of a 55 page report set out by the ATSB ( Australian Transport Safety Bureau ), they discovered that no one in the cockpit set way points to send the plane into the Southern Indian Ocean path “to crash”.  Leaving the question of whether or not it was set on auto-pilot.

However, what is clear is that Malaysia made only 2 attempts to contact the missing plane over a nearly 7 hour period.  One attempt was made, 1 hour and 17 minutes after the final sign-off from Kuala Lumpur’s control and then, Malaysian airlines waited another 5 hours before they tried again.  That leaves nearly 7 hours worth of non-communications and only 2 attempts with a missing plane.  Experts say that the 5 hours in-between was way too long and question why this was the case.

“I’m absolutely surprised there’s only two attempts to call on the satellite phone,” Qantas pilot Richard Woodward said. “If you’d lost contact with an airliner you’d be calling them on every frequency. You’d definitely be trying to call them on the satellite phone (as well as VHF and HF and by data link, similar to SMS).”

Keep in mind that these latest revelations have come on the heels of Australians having said about a week ago, that they believed all of the passengers and crew had lost consciousness, suffocated and drifted aimlessly until running out of fuel and crashing into the Southern Indian Ocean.  This was a statement filled with more questions than answers.

How is it that a plane makes a conscious 170 degree turn, cross the Malaysian peninsula again, un-detected then, heads around the Indonesian northern point along the Straits of Malacca, and heads off into the Southern Indian Ocean and why?  What is down there?  What would be the reasoning for such a move?  How would all of that be done while unconscious?  Even the auto pilot story didn’t hold water or answer those questions with that theory.

“Given these observations, the final stages of the unresponsive crew/hypoxia event type appeared to best fit the available evidence for the final period of MH370’s flight when it was heading in a generally southerly direction,” were official’s only answer.

So, it was the only thing that “best fit” their hypothesis?

David Gleave, a specialist with Loughborough University has said in an article in Express U.K. was less than impressed with the idea of a mechanical failure hypothesis.

“There are credible mechanical failures that could cause it. But you would not then fly along for hundreds of miles and disappear in the Indian Ocean,” he said, making it what most people already believed.

In a statement published by The National Post, Gleave went further.

“The interruption to the power supply appeared to be the result of someone in the cockpit attempting to minimize the use of the aircraft’s systems. The action, he said, was consistent with an attempt to turn the plane’s communications and other systems off in an effort to avoid radar detection. A person could be messing around in the cockpit which would lead to a power interruption. It could be a deliberate act to switch off both engines for some time.”

Inmarsat, the British Satellite Communications company by whose data the search is and has been based upon, agreed with Gleave’s thinking but, stated that they didn’t know what would cause such a power outage.

In yet another twist of lack of truth, comes the realization from the pilot’s wife that it was her husband who signed off from 370 to Kuala Lumpur’s control, meaning that her husband was in control of the plane at the time of sign-off.

Faisa Shah, MH370 pilot’s wife, confirmed to reporters for the first time that it was her husband, Zaharie Ahmad Shah, who spoke the final words, “”good night Malaysian 370.”  It was not, as previously announced by Malaysia, co-pilot Fariq Abdul Hamid.  However, Malaysian Airlines had announced that it was Hamid who had said those words, knowing that Mrs. Shah and her eldest son had confidently identified the voice as that of Mr. Shah on March 8, 2014 in the final vocal communications from the plane.

Malaysian police have also now released that Shah had made no future plans for flights or his personal life as the rest of the crew had done.  They also let out the fact that Mr. Shah’s home made flight simulator had programmed into it a path into the Southern Indian Ocean with the idea of landing on a short runway, something a Boeing 777 couldn’t easily do.

Hugh Dunleavy, commercial director of Malaysia Airlines said that he believes that something sinister likely happened to the plane.

“I believe it is somewhere in the south Indian Ocean. But when [a plane] hits the ocean it’s like hitting concrete,” he stated.  The wreckage could be spread over a big area.”

To date, it’s worth taking note that not a single scrap of wreckage has been found from MH370 in spite of over 4 million square miles of ocean having been covered on the surface and nothing having washed up on beaches some nearly 4 months later.

One other theory posed here, involves the idea of the search area, west of Australia.  Australia has a broad radar system that sweeps out into the area that is believed (according to Inmarsat data) to be the resting place of MH370.  Jindalee Operational Radar Network (JORN), would have or should have, picked up the plane had it gone the route that Inmarsat and searchers have designated as its final resting place.

Take a look at JORN’s covered areas in this diagram.
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Now, look at the area that has been covered and is being looked at further by searchers, led by the Australians.

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Yet, there has been no admittance that there was any radar sighting of MH370 by Australia.  Why not?

This entire mystery, wreaks of dirty fingernails.  Something is still terribly amiss with this entire scenario.  While tid-bits are coming out slowly, there’s a lot that is being withheld but, known by others.  The public isn’t being made aware of it yet.  The operative word is “yet”.   There is something sinister, lurking somewhere, somehow by some.  This was no accident.  This was not a mechanical failure.  This was a deliberate act as I’ve been saying all along.  I do not believe that this plane had anything wrong with it and I still am far from convinced that the plane rests on the bottom of the ocean where they are searching.  As a matter of fact, I’m not at all convinced it’s even in that area.  I doubt Inmarsat’s data being the answer to the southerly route and frankly, I still hold out hope that the passengers and crew are alive somewhere on land.  Am I nuts?  Maybe but, I have yet to be convinced that we are being told the truth about any of this entire mystery but, remain convinced that eventually, the reality of it will come out.  Or, will it?  Will it be held back forever and by whom or what government?

Something is rotten in that area of the world.  At least, that’s how I see it from my little corner of life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He’s Back! Toronto Mayor Rob Ford Leaves Rehab For City Hall Again

He’s back.  Rob Ford re-entered the role of Mayor of Toronto Monday, June 30th.  That is, as much of a mayor of one of Canada’s largest cities as he can be, given that he’s been stripped of all real power except the title.

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Yes, Ford has completed his 2 month stint in rehab and has apologized for a whole whack of things he’s done to the city and his family, fellow councillors as well as a competing mayoral candidate for the upcoming October 27, 2014 Municipal Elections.

“It was never my intention to embarrass the city or offend my fellow members of council. I deeply regret some of the personal choices I have made in the past,” Ford stated in what appeared to be a 15 minute, sincere apology in a media scrum.

Ford’s sudden departure for rehab, came on the heels of a realm of racist, sexist and homophobic comments that were recorded and made public just prior to him disappearing from the public eye.

“I had convinced myself that I did not have a problem,” Ford finally admitted. “But it soon became obvious that my alcohol and drug use was having a serious impact on my family, on my health, and on my job as mayor.”

Sadly, that statement rings rather hollow with a lot of Torontonians as Ford has uttered many an apology when his hand has been caught in the cookie jar and not until that point.  Shortly afterwards, more unsavoury, to put it mildly, acts and utterances have come about, causing heads to shake in total exasperation, frustration as well as disbelief.

“They forced me to confront my personal demons,” he said today, crediting Greenstone Rehab in Bala, Ontario. “I learned that my addiction is really a disease, a chronic medical condition that will require treatment for the rest of my life.”

However, other addiction counsellors and specialists aren’t quite so certain that Ford will remain on the straight and narrow unless he changes paths, something Ford is not at all willing to do, it seems.

“When you come into recovery and you get out, you’ve got to change the people, places and things associated with your addiction. In his case, that means everything,” Mark Elliot, a Toronto based, addictions counsellor has stated.  “When you come out of rehab, you come out on a high and you crash, and you build yourself back up.”

Elliot likened rehab to an “artificial world”, also stating that Ford would be best to drop out of the mayoral race.  Many others have also called for Ford to resign from his position for his sake as well as the city’s well-being.  Ford has refused to do so and went on with campaign style ramblings, something that a lot of pundits felt was far too soon for him to be doing.

“Rob Ford, save yourself,” Elliot said. “Toronto will still be here when you’re ready.”

Picked up from rehab this morning, Ford’s brother, Doug, stated that his brother is looking good, has lost weight and is ready to get back into the ring.  This is something that everyone, including the experts doubt though his popularity in polls seem to have risen.

While pretty much all of us wish Ford well in his personal struggles and send him only well-wishes for him and his future health, many of us are concerned that it might not be long before Ford slips back into old patterns and habits.  There was no mention of Ford dropping his criminal friends and their activities.  He’s been well-known for his connections with drug dealers and worse.  This is crucial to his recovery but, he hasn’t stated one way or another as to what he’ll do about that factor.

U.S. late night talk show hosts have had a field day with Ford’s antics.  They find him amusing and funny, joking about wanting to have a beer with him.  He does make great fodder for being the brunt of a joke and seems oblivious to the fact that during in person interviews on the different shows, he’s being made fun of.  Painfully, the rest of us see it.

From my little corner of life, I see Ford rushing to do what he thinks will win him back his right to go into the mayoral race ring again with a decent chance of winning.  He just may.  However, I personally, see him as an accident waiting to happen.  It’s not a matter of ‘if’, only ‘when’ he will slip up again.  I hope this to not be the case.  I’d really like to see another human being get and stay healthy but, from all prior indications, Ford protects Ford and is as stubborn as he is obnoxious.  He’ll do whatever he has to do in order to hang onto his mayoral seat…even if it means upsetting and letting down those who put their faith into him by voting him into office.  He plays us all like fools.

For his sake and ours, I hope that he’s able to hang in there and continue getting well but, if I were a betting person, I’d have to put my money on future events taking a turn backwards if he isn’t extremely careful and sincere about getting sober and staying that way.  I just don’t see it happening but, that’s just my view from my little corner of life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Gift of Sight: Catarct Surgery

For years, I’ve struggled to see.  I mean, I literally couldn’t see.  Cataracts had clouded my vision so badly that I’d lost the ability to see more than dark and light or, what amounts to having your glasses fog up after coming into a warm environment from the cold temperatures outside.  I literally had to put my nose right up to the computer screen in order to be able to see.  Glasses were of little use and I often relied upon the “text to speech” function on my computer in order to write.  I had long since given up driving, lest I kill someone.  Not being able to see an entire tanker truck one early evening was enough to shock me into the reality that I was nearly legally blind. 

Still, I resisted going for the surgeries that would cure this defect.  Fear ran down every neuron in my body, sending shock waves of panic through me at the mere thought of my eye being cut into.  In spite of many people’s reassurances that it was an “easy-peesy” surgery, I couldn’t stop shaking long enough to pick up the phone and make the necessary appointments to get that ball rolling. 

I’d had many falls.  I couldn’t distinguish between stairs or flat ground, dips in concrete or, even tiny retaining walls that I’d trip over.  It wasn’t until I was in the midst of one of those falls that seemed to run in slow motion as I was in my downward descent that the thought, “I’ve got to get this done,” catapulted me into limping home and making that call. 

Within a few weeks, I was in the O.R., being prepared for the surgery. 

It’s amazing to me what our minds can do to us.  If you’ve ever had surgery of any kind, you’ll know the anxiety that I’m speaking of and recognize yourself in the thoughts that run rampant to cause the panic that one gets struck with as you’re awaiting to be wheeled into surgery.  A little education as to what to expect is a good thing but, the amount of research that I’d done, had given me more information than I really should have had for my own good.  Thoughts of complications were looming all around me as I watched people being wheeled in and out of surgery. 

Most of those around me, were of more advanced age.  I was one of the youngest in there.  There was only one other gentleman who appeared to be much younger than me.  I watched with eagerness as they rolled them into the recovery area, which was just across a desk in the central area, dividing the before and after patients.  I actually found myself angry when a nurse would step in front of a patient because I so badly wanted to see how they were making out post-op.  Yes, I had the thought that it wasn’t too late to rip out my own IV and head for the hills…even if I did trip and fall, doing so.  However, as I watched them chatting with the nurses and whomever they had accompany them to the surgery, eating cookies and drinking juice, tea or coffee in recovery, I realized they didn’t look any worse for the wear.  They were also much more likely to have serious health issues than me.  As fast as they were wheeled into recovery, they were being ushered out again. 

It was an assembly line feel to the process.  As chairs emptied in the O.R. section, more were brought in to be prepared.  Drops were put in the surgical eye several times while waiting, an IV was inserted, a heated blanket was placed over us, EKG leads were put on, blood pressure taken and we were all given a lovely blue disposable cap over our heads.  No one changed out of street clothes or shoes, though we were to wear fully buttoned shirts. 

The lady beside me, sitting in her lovely recliner chair that would eventually fold down to a flat table in the O.R., was having her second eye done.  She’d already been through this process before and, I couldn’t help but ask her how it felt, what they do…essentially, reassuring myself that I too, would come out of this alive. 

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she said, waiving her hand in front of me like I was a loon.  “You get a lovely light show, some water squirted into your eye, some pressure and it’s done. Then, they give you cookies and juice.”

The woman with her, whom I presume to be her daughter, simply smiled.  It appeared she’d also been present during the first surgery as well and this was old hat to her as well. 

Though many doctors were doing surgeries that day, we realized we had the same doctor.  She was to go ahead of me, even though they’d run behind by about 45 minutes. 

“I’m bloody bored,” she said, shifting herself restlessly in her chair. Her daughter just rolled her eyes and sighed.

Bored?  How does someone become bored when I was quaking with fear?

Finally, a male nurse came to wheel her into the O.R.. 

“See you on the other side (poor choice of words for me at that very moment),” she uttered, waiving back to me.  “It only takes about 10 minutes and you’re out.”

The nurse jokingly corrected her for her daughter’s sake, telling her that it would be more like a half hour or so. 

“Oh, you’re full of sh*t!” she exclaimed, waiving once again, behind her head to both me and her daughter. 

The nurse just chuckled and shook his head, wheeling her off. 

Panic was setting in now.  I knew I was next but, still had at least a half hour’s wait before it would be my turn to be wheeled off.  I’m not good with waiting of any kind, let alone panicked waiting. 

In less than a half hour, I could hear the woman on the other side of the desk that separated us pre-op with those who were post-op. 

“I’m done!  I’m here!” she yelled.  I could barely make out her hazy image from across the room as she excitedly waived at me.  I waived back, not knowing if she saw me or not but, her daughter had been brought back in again while cookies and juice were being downed and instructions given. 

Within moments, I was being wheeled in, saying my “see you laters” to my husband sitting beside me in a regular chair.  Was I sure I was coming out of there?  I’d watched about 10 people come and go and they all made it out.  Was there one who hadn’t?  Or, would I be that one?

The O.R. was cold, as I presume all O.R.s are or, maybe it was simply me and my panicked state.  Whatever it was, I was shaking as they wheeled me into the room.  A swirl of masks and scrubs were around me, hooking my leads up to monitors and my surgeon greeted me.  She’s not the most friendly of people.  Rather clinical and somewhat cold feeling, I wished there had have been some music or chatting to take my mind off of the hospital O.R. setting but, there was nothing of the sort.  Everything was timed and like clock-work, everyone knowing what to do and what order to do it.  It was clearly obvious this was done every day of the work week, many times a day.  That, in itself, made me feel a little more at ease. 

My head was strapped down tightly to the table so as not to have the inclination to move inadvertently.  A clamp was quickly and expertly placed on my eyelids to keep them open.  I couldn’t blink if I tried.  Oxygen in the form of a tubing into my nostrils was placed on and a drape was quickly put over my face and nose, exposing only the eye being worked upon.  For a brief moment, I felt rather claustrophobic (a usual state for me in these types of situations) but, it was quickly dissolved when I realized that I could breathe with the oxygen I was being given.  The anesthesiologist administered something that he said would relax me a bit but, not put me out, into my IV port.

I saw bright, multi-colored lights and nothing else.  I felt pressure and water being squirted over my eye.  I asked how it was going and was told “almost finished”.  Before I knew it, I was being dis-masked, leads off, head un-strapped and being wheeled out of the O.R.  I was heading for recovery and I knew the cookies and juice were awaiting me soon. 

My husband met me in the recovery within moments as they call for whomever has accompanied you to come in again. 

I was offered cookies and juice, tea or coffee and chose the juice as my mouth was dry from my own unnecessary panic. 

Within 15 minutes, I was being seen by another younger doctor who checked my eye, a plastic clear shield put over my eye and told to go home. 

I bumped into (I mean that literally) the older lady that I’d met in the O.R. as she was putting on her coat and also leaving. 

“See, I told you it was nothing,” she said, patting me on the shoulder. 

I slept for a couple of hours when I got home, tired out from my self-made hell that I’d mentally put myself into for weeks prior and lack of sleep from the night before.  My husband had picked up take-out food and we ate.  I was starving but, full of pride that I’d done it.  I’d gotten it done.  I’d faced my fear. 

The next day, I took off my sunglasses (yes, it was photosensitive still) and looked down at my new puppy.  I cried.  I realized that I’d never seen him.  I’d gotten him while I couldn’t see.  There was his fur, his little eyes, all of the details that I hadn’t ever seen.  I looked at my husband and for the first time in years, I could see him clearly if I shut the eye not yet done.  He looked fabulous to me.  Then, I looked in the mirror.  How I’d aged 20 years overnight, I don’t know but, I did.  Still it was a delight to be able to see what everyone else had been seeing and I didn’t. 

For the next week, I found myself extremely emotional, crying at times, unconsciously because I could see the buds on the trees, the birds, stop signs, street signs, changes in houses around ours, people walking on the street and so much more that I’d chatter on endlessly about being able to see each and every thing that I was seeing for the first time in years.  I could even see the grain in the new flooring my husband had put down 3 years prior.  I had been missing the world and all that was in it.  How did I let it get so bad?

It’s been 7 weeks since this first surgery.  My eye has been healing.  I’m still having a bit of difficulty with small things and light sensitivity but, mostly because I’m still very unbalanced because the other eye needs to be done still.  I have more questions for the surgeon about seeing what appears to be the edge of the lens but, I know it’s not and a few other details that she has said will improve with time and more healing.  But, all in all, I’m pleased that I can see again!

Thursday June 26th, I’ll be once again, going through the same process on the other eye.  Am I nervous.  Just a tad.  Mostly it’s because I hate waiting but, I know it’s part of the process and that I’m in good hands.  Will I be glad when it’s done?  Of course.  More than anything, I can’t wait to see with both eyes again. 

If nothing else, I’ve learned a couple of interesting things.

One is that our minds can do numbers on us that needn’t be the case.

Secondly, is that older people have more nerve and fight than we youngsters.  Maybe, it’s because they’ve experienced much more than we have or, perhaps it’s that they’ve come from a generation where they don’t look up everything on the net to scare themselves silly?  Whatever it is, I was truly “The Baby” in that O.R. that day in every way conceivable but, I’m grateful for the gift of being able to see again.  

From my little corner of life, that’s the way that I see things now. 

 

 

 

Experts Cave On Personal Theories Of Where MH370 May Be

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If you were one of the millions who were watching CNN for its constant coverage of missing Malaysian Flight MH370, you’re likely familiar with Science Writer and CNN contracted panelist, Jeff Wise.  Due to his daily appearances on the different segments concerning this subject, he put himself on the map with this story.

Wise was known to have his own theories and spoke up when it was warranted, sometimes, with opposing views to other panelists who tended to agree with what the rollercoaster ride news du jour was from search authorities.  Wise’s own brand of theory, had me riveted to the CNN each evening, watching as many of the different anchor’s shows as I could stomach or keep my eyes open to watch.  I think I drove Don Lemon insane with my tweets and his segments seemed to be the most comprehensive in my mind.

Malaysia with-held a great deal of information and came across as being ‘suspicious’ because they seemed to be rather cloak and dagger with what they let out.  Add to that, contradictory as well as fragmented information, along with what appeared to be the premature declaration that all 239 passengers were dead and in a watery grave beneath the waters of the Southern Indian Ocean, in spite of no evidence to support that blunt statement and, you have the breeding grounds for all sorts of self-imagined hypotheses as to what happened to that plane.

Wise was no different than thousands of others who had the notion that something was amiss and the plane could be somewhere in the northern arc.  It wasn’t hard to speculate that with no debris, no oil slicks, no signs of the missing plane on the ocean, 370 could be somewhere within the northern arc which stretched up into Asia.  This is a theory that a lot of us haven’t let go of fully yet because there’s been no real evidence to the contrary.

March 25, 2014, Malaysia finally released the much publicized and counted upon, raw data from the British satellite communications company, Inmarsat which seemed to sway even the staunchest of non-supporters back into line with the theory that the 370 was in fact, somewhere in the southern arc as eventually declared.  Wise was one of them.

Wise has now reversed his theory and written a public apology for thinking that Inmarsat’s data could be wrong and that the plane could have gone north rather than south.

“To be sure, then, the solution of the Inmarsat data mystery leaves plenty of questions to be answered. If the plane did go into the ocean, why hasn’t any debris been found? If it tracked south over Indonesia, why wasn’t it picked up on radar? And if the final BFO value should give such a clear indication of where the plane wound up, why have the authorities shifted the search area multiple times—,” Wise questions in his article in Slate.

He then, makes a public apology in the National Post in WordPress, in this article.

“To be fully honest, I am not super sorry to have blown the call. As Paul Krugman observed last Friday in a mea culpa of his own, there are degrees of wrongness. Krugman differentiates mistakes that arise from a fundamental error in one’s model from those that spring from simple bad luck. In fact, I would put my own mistake about MH370 into a third category: mistakes in which one knows that one has erred but can’t say why.” Wise said in that article as linked above.

I’m not a scientist and I don’t proclaim to have the slightest ability to decipher any of the data nor, to even fully comprehend Wise’s rationale due to his understanding of the raw Inmarsat data released to the public on March 25th.  However, what remains is logic.  It’s not fact but, it’s certainly not what Wise fears he might have become, “a Wackadoodle”.

“As I wrote last week,” Wise writes, “Inmarsat has by now leaked enough clues about MH370’s electronic Inmarsat “handshakes” that outsiders can now understand why, mathematically, the plane must have gone south. Yet we still have not a single clue as to what sequence of events might have taken it there. MH370 looks to be a unique case not just in aviation history. No machine this big, no group of human beings this large, vanished so completely and so mysteriously since the advent of modern technology.”

“Well, suffice it to say that it (Wise’s own theories) all hinged on the plane going north,” he wrote.  “After I realized that it hadn’t, I spent the next few days eating more junk food and watching more TV than usual. Eventually I consoled myself with the thought that if I wasn’t right, at least I’d been able to let go. I wasn’t a wackadoodle.”

Excuse me, Jeff but, I must be one of those wackadoodles then, because I am still not at all convinced that 370 is laying on the bottom of the Southern Indian Ocean, despite Inmarsat’s alleged genius mathematics.  Something is still wrong here and far too many mysterious questions are left on the table as even you, have admitted.  It’s like overlooking the elephant in the room because someone has insisted we all look at the dog, barking in the corner.

With no debris, no oil slicks, pings that turned out to be nothing of significance, nothing, nada, zip, in terms of any evidence whatsoever that MH370 is covered in silt on the bottom of the ocean except for this data and some mathematics, there is no real reason to believe yet that the plane is in that watery grave off the coast of Australia.  There are more questions than what Inmarsat data has provided as alleged answers.

How can I say that Inmarsat data may be wrong?  I don’t know the answer to that anymore than Wise knows the answer to the question of why he knows he’s “erred but, doesn’t know why [he knows he’s erred]” but, from my little corner of life, whether I’m considered a conspiracy theorist or, a wackadoodle, I am still not convinced that Inmarsat has the answers to where MH370 is either.

 

 

 

 

 

Families of Flight MH370 Trying To Flush Out Information On Plane’s Whereabouts

Some families of passengers on missing Malaysian Flight MH370 have formed a coalition to raise $5 million as a “reward” to entice people to come forward with information that might lead to the whereabouts of their loved ones and the plane.

“We are convinced that somewhere, someone knows something, and we hope this reward will entice him or her to come forward,” Ethan Hunt, a technology company chief heading the group project has stated.

Vocal and well-known for her fight to find her partner, Phillip Wood, Sarah Bajc has been careful on wording her comments as she has had death threats for her up-front opinions that the plane may not have crashed and could potentially be elsewhere with the passengers and crew alive.  She has stated that there are a handful of families who wish to put together enough money to get “fresh eyes” on the case.  Something, most families would want to do, I’m sure, given that recent and past searches have come up with no signs of the plane, not even debris.

“Governments and agencies have given it their best shot but have failed to turn up a single shred of evidence, either because of a faulty approach or due to intentional misdirection by one or more individuals,” Bajc has said.

Bajc’s sentiments have been the feeling of many throughout this case.  As searchers have exhausted every lead they had but, still cling to British Satellite Company, Inmarsat’s data calculations, more people are joining the idea that there might be something going on with the disappearance that hasn’t been uncovered and could have sinister plots.

In this day and age where so-called “conspiracy theories” are ripe for the picking on just about any topic, it’s become a trend to dismiss anything that remotely resembles a conspiracy.  Yet, in a handful of cases, it’s been proven that conspiracies do exist and have taken place throughout the world and its governments.  Even within corporations, large schemes have taken place that would curl our hair to think about.  Scandals, cover-ups and more occur on a regular basis in every faction of life.  So, why would this case be so hard to fathom as perhaps, being a conspiracy plot of some kind.  This idea is especially true when Malaysia itself, declared the shut down of MH370’s communications systems “a deliberate act”.

I won’t pretend that I remotely understand the mechanics nor, mathematics behind the statements and calculations made in Duncan Steel’s Blog to be read here.  However, one thing is certain.  The northern arc initially looked at by Inmarsat, Malaysia and Australia, were rather hurriedly, ruled out and therefore, bears more looking at.  If you’re so inclined and have the knowledge to understand what is written in this blog, please do so.  If nothing else, please take a look at the possible, projected, northerly path diagrams and, wonder why these weren’t looked upon with more serious eyes.

A lot of what has been reported on concerning this northern arc, excused further searches along it, in part or perhaps mostly, because experts have said that the northern countries noted no radar detection of the plane, military or otherwise.  The question is, does that hold water if there was a conspiracy plot?

One need only look as far as Malaysia’s military radar data and how they appeared to be looking the other way when MH370 made its westward turn and re-crossed the Malay peninsula.  Then, think about the idea that Malaysia took several hours before it declared 370 as missing and, how it gave Vietnamese false data, saying that the plane was out over Cambodian airspace, later recanting that statement as it was the “projected flight path” and not the actual whereabouts of the plane, after the fact.  Something does not add up here does it?

The point here is that in my little corner of life, my mind is filled with questions that in spite of best efforts being made to excuse it all away, something isn’t right with the stories that the public and families of the missing passengers and crew are supposed to swallow whole while Australia and Malaysia are out on the ocean, searching for a plane that has become one of the most expensive, modern day aviation mysteries.  Two and two are not making four for me and I am sure it’s not coming to that number for many of us out here, wondering.

Something is fishy still and it’s not MH370.

Search For Madeleine McCann Renewed In Portugal

It’s been nearly 7 years since Madeleine McCann, a 3-year-old British toddler had been abducted from her parent’s rented apartment in Algarve, Portugal.  To date, she has not been found but, in a joint attempt between British and Portuguese police, searchers have narrowed down their search to scrublands within a 5 minute walk of where the McCanns were staying.

Madeleine McCann at 3 years of age (right) and aged composite to more recent possible look.

Madeleine McCann at 3 years of age (right) and aged composite to more recent possible look.

Police have been tight-lipped about the renewed search for the girl who would be nearing 11 years of age if she is still alive.  Details about why they are looking in this particular area, has locals disgruntled and confused.  The scrubland area is one that is frequented by joggers, hikers and walkers who have been quoted as saying that there’s nothing to be found on the grounds after 7 years of having had it travelled over by those who use the area recreationally.  Insiders say that police must have reason to be there but, are keeping their cards close to their vests.

Police have looked through drains and other holes in the area by dropping cameras on leads down into the holes as well as using a type of technology that detects differences in the earth.  It’s not like an x-ray where skeletal remains will be seen.  GPR is a radar that determines differences seen in the soil.

“The radar uses electro-magnetic waves that are fired into the sub-surface at a pretty rapid rate and we measure what comes back from those signals,” Radar expert Rom Gostomski, from London-based firm Sandberg, has said.

The radar can penetrate up to 4 meters in-depth to detect any differences between soil and other particles that are not soil.  It reportedly works best in dry conditions, which is exactly what the search area is at this time of the year with temperatures rising above 30 degrees Celsius.

British police have brought sniffer dogs into the roped off area.

Reportedly, police have been granted an extension in their search to include at least one to two other surrounding areas if this one has been ruled out of anything of significance.

Search areas for Madeleine McCann 2014 by British and Portuguese Police Depts.

Search areas for Madeleine McCann 2014 by British and Portuguese Police Depts.

Bones have been discovered in the area but, turned out to be those of animals.  Meanwhile, British police are doing forensic testing on what is believed to be a scrap of material found and testing it for DNA evidence.

Madeleine’s parents, Gerry and Kate McCann have been kept updated on the search and anything being found.

“We are kept updated on the on-going work in Portugal and are encouraged by the progress. Thank you for continuing to stand by us and supporting our efforts to get Madeleine home,” the McCanns have stated to media in trying to put to bed, rumors that had spread through incorrect reporting in the media about their lack of being kept updated.

At several points over the past 4 days of searching, police were surprised and interested in a couple of spots that they hadn’t known existed.  One was carefully scrutinized but, later thought to be a “den” for children to play in.  Others ranged from a well that was covered with a piece of corrugated plastic sheeting that police removed and searched.  Nothing thus far in value has been reported as coming from any of the areas being found and searched.  Holes, wells and manholes seem to be the focus of their search.  No one outside of police, seem to know what has led them to this type of search but sources close to the search have said that there isn’t likely anything that’s been found to be “the smoking gun” in this case thus far.

It’s hard to imagine what the McCanns must be going through and have dealt with over the past 7 years of their daughter’s disappearance.  The last sight of her was that of an angelic 3, going on 4-year-old little girl, laying in her bed, seemingly safely in their rented summer vacation apartment.  Had she not gone missing, they would have celebrated her 11th birthday with her this year.  Yet, Life has gone on and their twin sons have needed their mother and father to be there to raise them while both parents have been left tortured by where their daughter is and, whether she is alive or dead.

Hope would hang on in any parent’s mind.  Without knowledge of where our child was, we’d all want to cling onto hope that our babies are alive and safe somewhere, even if not with us.  Yet, as the years have rolled by and nothing of any significance has led to an answer one way or another, the McCanns must be in the daily torture of wondering, waiting and hoping for news of where their daughter is.  It’s certain to come to a point where while they hope that their daughter is still alive and well, living with some strange family somewhere in the world and safe, the never ending unknowing of her whereabouts would be merciful to be put to an end even if that means finding out that she is no longer alive.

Still, hope is what we all cling to and hope is what keeps us going.  As long as there isn’t any evidence to the contrary, it’s easier to believe that she’s out there, somewhere, being treated well and growing up healthy and happy perhaps, one day to be found and returned to them as her parents.

To date, there is no evidence to tell the McCanns that their daughter isn’t alive.  It is likely what they cling onto in order to get through each day. Maybe, today will be the day where someone will come forth to tell them where she is so that they can go and pick her up?

It takes unfathomable strength for any parent to have to endure this type of daily torment and yet, the McCanns hold onto every hope, every sign and keep faith that their daughter might be found and returned to them, whole, happy and healthy.

From my little corner of life, I’d like to stay hopeful but, am doing so with caution.

Are Today’s Doctors Caring Less About Their Patients, More About Their Wallets?

Is the wave of the future of healthcare to have docs give up private offices and move into clinics where they share staff and resources?

I recently had cataract surgery.  I need another at the end of this month but, the very people who have cared for me throughout all of this time and my surgery, have all been fired.  I learned of this news yesterday in a post-op check-up and pre-op visit.

This is the third of my specialists who have opted out of a private office, fired their staffs and moved into a clinic setting where they share common secretaries, assistants and offices.  It’s not that a patient can go to any of the docs in the clinic should your doc not be available either.  It appears to be simply a cost saving arrangement for the docs.

Ok, everyone is entitled to make the most money that they can by cutting down overhead expenses.  However, this has been an ongoing trend with docs and not many are pleased with the arrangements on several fronts.

Firstly, many people are now out of work.

Secondly, as a patient, there is no real personalized care nor, the ability to get help when you need it.

As I was being told the news yesterday and being handed a card with this doc’s new address on it, I couldn’t help feeling sadness for the staff and anger at this move of hers.  I hugged each of the staff who had been taking such wonderful care of me throughout the years of being a patient there.  I choked up and tears fell, along with theirs.  Each and every one of them are beautiful people who make a clinical and cold feeling doctor’s visit, much more pleasant, caring and feeling less stressful.  They are the “Front Line”.  They are the ones who help the patients more than the doctor does.  Yet, all of these wonderful people are being put out of jobs and, with the employment situation being what it is in the world today, likely will have a tough time in finding another job easily, quickly or perhaps, not at all.  I felt their pain and selfishly, I felt my own as I will miss all of them and their caring, loving, kindnesses, terribly.

If you have a doctor who works out of a clinic setting, sharing resources, you likely can understand what it is that I’m talking about when I say that there is no personalized care in these settings.  You’re asked for your insurance or health cards (depending upon where you live in this world) and you’re asked to take a seat amongst dozens of other people, waiting to see either your doc or another.  The staff is hurried, overworked, underpaid (for all that they do) and, you are nothing but another number and chart in their day.  There is no time to get to know us as people.  We’re simply “next” on their pile of charts after we’ve checked in.

The doctors are also often less prepared as things don’t run as personally or smoothly and even fraught with errors with a clinical setting like this one.  That already puts a doctor into a less personalized mode and way of thinking because this setting tends to lend itself to de-personalization.  An already cold feeling doc especially, a specialist, will appear even less personable to their patients.

Moreover, try getting through to get questions answered or appointments booked when you have a problem that needs tending to by your doc under these circumstances.  Being nothing but a number, a chart, another phone call message jotted down on a piece of paper and shuffled onto a desk, along with dozens of others, does not make the patient feel secure that they’ll ever receive a return call.  I cannot count the number of times that I’ve not had a return call because messages haven’t gotten to the doctors or been lost and, ended up in an E.R., waiting for hours to be seen to ask simple questions or make an appointment to ask those questions.  I’ve been seen and met by simply another frazzled, overworked doctor and set of staff who are looking after dozens upon dozens of unknown patients, likely also in the same boat.

What struck me most as I looked at the card I’d been given with the new address on it was that not only was all of the above, applicable but, I was also now having to go a much further distance, little parking, congested area and not exactly the nicest of areas of the city that I live in.  Did she care?  That’s all that was running through my mind.  Several other patients grumbled as they realized where they’d also have to go now.

“Aren’t we what matters?” one woman, sitting beside me, wondered allowed.  “Why would she want all of her patients to have to travel to this area?”

I couldn’t have agreed with her more.

This led to a whole realm of other questions as well but, the main one that seemed to be running through most of our minds was, did the doctor care more about her patients or her wallet?

Thankfully, this woman is not someone I will be seeing on a regular basis, such as my primary care or family physician but moreover, she is the one who will do the most stress-filled work with us as patients.  She will be the one doing the surgeries and it will be her that we will have to address our questions to.  It will be the common staff that will be answering (or, from experience, not) answering our calls and being the front line.  That, in and of itself, makes it stress filled.

Where are the days when local shops knew us as customers as opposed to big box chain stores, restaurants, banks and other services who are so large and cold that no one has the chance to get to know us and treat us like people with names and faces and, bottom lines weren’t laying in their back pocket wallets?  Even our veterinarians have turned their practises into big business and a lot of them end up selling out to having other vets running their practises while they reap in the money by raping our wallets.  No one seems to care personally anymore.  At least, it’s rare to find that in anything or anyone in today’s world.

Healthcare is one of the most important parts of our lives besides our families and friends.  Without good health, other things don’t mean as much or go as far.  Our health rules our lives and we need good doctors and good healthcare to have that to the best of both ours and their abilities.

What will happen to this doctor’s staff now that they are all out of jobs?

What will happen to us, as patients and our health because of this choice that’s been made for all of us by a doctor who is thinking of her own circumstances, not everyone else’s?

Whatever lays ahead, it’s seemingly the new trend with doctors nowadays and it’s not to our best interests but, rather theirs.  While it’s hard to find a doctor in today’s world and especially, some countries, it’s making me want to boycott docs who do this type of thing to their patients and their staffs.

That may not be possible but, it’s the way that I’m seeing things from my little corner of life at this moment.