Nevertheless, there is a larger story unfolding that combines both tragedies.  From a logical standpoint, the official story of Diana's death doesn't 'add up.'  The details are contradictory.  According to all accounts Lady Diana was anything but stupid and criminally reckless.  Her extensive charitable work stands as a testament to her character.  Neither was her chauffeur, Henri Paul, a drunkard.  He was a competent professional driver.  He also served as deputy security director of the hotel owned by Diana's friend's father.  He also was a pilot with an excellent record, even an ex-Airforce pilot.  In addition, witnesses who saw the man, and he was seen by many during the last two hours prior to the crash, could not detect any drunkenness, much less the massive drunkenness of a man who was deemed to have just consumed the equivalent of two full bottles of wine, plus several glasses of hard liqueur.

According to a feature report on the incidence, by EIR News Service*(EIR Sept. 26, 1997, p.20) the official story is full of holes and contradictions.  It didn't even have the model of the car right.  It wasn't the hotel's powerful Mecedes 600 that was raced through the city, but a much slower 280-S model.  And for what reason was the couple fleeing at high speed?  They didn't seem to be bothered by the mob of photographers at their earlier shopping spree at the Champs-Elysees.  Was their attempt to escape based on threats?  Witnesses speak of having heard a loud sound, just prior to the crash, that sounded like a gun-shot, and report having seen a bright light which has evidently blinded the driver.

If one considers all these contradictions to the official story, the possibility of a well planed assassination, followed by a high level official cover-up after the fact, cannot be ruled out.  In fact, it becomes the most rational explanation of the incident, in light of the massive cover-up attempt by the government that is rapidly falling apart.

The drunken driver story, for one, is so far fetched that it simply doesn't ring true.  No human being can have the stated quantity of alcohol in the blood and act totally normal for two ours prior to the incidence for which security footage exists.  Also the claim of prescription drugs, that the driver was said to have had in his system, is full of holes as none of the two doctors the driver is known to have been in contact with for periodic examination, had prescribed such drugs.  Also, the police found a dent on the right side of the Mercedes with paint from another car, which verifies eyewitness accounts who stated that the Mercedes was forced into the left lane as the two cars entered the tunnel.  The police even found the casing of a headlight from another car at the crash site which matches the type of the vehicle that is reported to have sped away from the crash.

The obvious attempt to cover up the truth, that is becoming more and more evident, also sheds some light on why the official offer by the manufacturer of the crashed car, to send an expert team of mechanics to aid with the investigation, was rejected by the authorities without an explanation given.  It appears, that the real mystery is no longer what has happened on the road, leading up to the crash, but why the official story has been saturated with self-evident lies.  All that is known, adds up to murder, a political assassination.  It cannot otherwise.  Never would a highly placed foreign dignitary, who was dangerously injured, be taken to the most distant hospital, passing several renowned hospitals on the way.  Nor would any ambulance crew, with a mortally wounded patient inside, park their ambulance for 10 minutes outside a coffee shop, within sight of the target hospital, unless the crew was so instructed in order to cause the patient to die.  The answer to what really happened, evidently, lies within the Empire itself which never admitted involvement to any of its countless assassinations throughout its dark, dark, history.

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