posted on Jun, 2 2014 @ 11:48 PM
A close friend of mine and former president of Canadian Iron (Canron) and Dominion Bridge consulted on the WTC immediately after the event.
He explained to me how a bulkhead floor, weakened by a fire below it in the emergency generator room, collapsed bringing about a chain reaction that
brought the building down.
I'd spent a lot of time sailing with Paul over the previous 10 years. We'd been through some pretty amazing times together. Lost in fog the night we
went out to harass the Royal Yacht Britania, holidays in the 1000 islands with his two young lads, bar brawls in Niagara on the lake on a Men's cruise
with Alex Lifesin, and on and on and on. I bought him his breakfast the day he drowned, three Thanksgiving's ago. I buried his eldest son, 28 years
old, a lawyer with five degrees, a year later.
I knew the way Paul thought.
I knew the official story he was telling me about building 7 was a lie.
I didn't understand why he went out of his way to recite the entire fiction without being solicited, but it was obvious to me, as he covered the
talking points, he had a checklist to get through. I had expressed no interest in conspiracies previous to then.
He didn't enjoying the telling nor I the hearing.
It wasn't until much later when other factors had me questioning the events of that day that the pieces finally fell into place. The awkwardness and
distant gaze was because he was performing a necessary duty to his corporate bosses. Dis-informing.
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