Monday, February 4, 2013

#1378 Marine Links Windows on the World Restaurant-Wrecking Gig to the Bullingdon Club's Spot-Fixing Vig

Plum City – (AbelDanger.net). United States Marine Field McConnell has linked a Bullingdon Club restaurant-wrecking gig to the late John Profumo’s alleged deployment of Samantha Cameron as a courier to carry the 9/11 detonation times for bombs in the WTC North Tower stairwells below the Windows of the World restaurant, and so generate spot-fixing vigs for Bullingdon saboteurs. 

McConnell claims Bullingdon Courier Cameron delivered spot-fix demolition times to Sidley Austin law firm partners who allegedly used the 57th Floor switchboard in WTC#1 to detonate stairwell bombs at 8:32 a.m. on 9/11 and trap 170 pre-insured people in a spot-fixed killing in the Windows on the World restaurant.

Prequel:
#1330 Marine Links Sam Cam Little Red Spread Bets to Obama Twin Towers DMORT Fraud


“9/11 Phone Call - Christopher Hanley [Note ADT dispatcher allegedly develops Windows of the World body count for Bullingdon Club’s spot-fixing vig]

“Windows on the World - then, and now - 9 11 - CBS Sunday Morning - 9-11-11”

David Cameron, Boris Johnson and the Bullingdon Club.

Bullingdon Club Riots

Raw Video: Cameron Visits 9/11 Memorial

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Spies: The Honey Trap (Profumo) 2 of 2

9/11 Resolution Trilogy Volume I: Pattern of the Crimes part 1 of 3

[Evidence that Bullingdon Club spot-fix and spread-bet bookmakers are bound by oaths to liquidate rivals and whistleblowers] Remembering September 11 The Day I’ll Never Forget

Author: Peter Field
Source: Risk magazine | 01 Sep 2002
Categories: People, Derivatives

Peter Field, the chairman and chief executive of Risk Waters Group, was scheduled to be at the Waters Congress in the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001. He recounts the events of that day and remembers the Risk Waters staff and conference participants who were so senselessly killed.

I was up at about 6:30am to check my e-mail and phone the London office, intending to leave for the inaugural Waters Financial Technology Congress at the World Trade Center no later than 8am. But I had trouble retrieving my e-mail and I decided to call our IT manager in London to get the problem sorted out. It was this simple act that probably saved my life. By the time I’d accessed my e-mail, I was running late, eventually leaving my hotel on the Upper West Side at about 8:10am.

I ran across the road from my hotel to the 66th St. subway entrance only to find there was a long delay in the service on the 1 and 9 lines to the Cortlandt St./World Trade Center station. Eventually, I crammed myself on to a train at around 8:25am. I thought: “I might still catch David’s opening remarks because the conference is bound to start a little late.” Delegates always register at the last minute on the first day of conferences. David Rivers, our company’s editorial director in New York, knew more about financial technology than many in the industry and was therefore ideal to open the first Waters Congress at Windows on the World, on the 106th floor of the north tower of the World Trade Center.

The subway train had thinned out by Chambers St., the stop before the Cortlandt St./World Trade Center stop. There was a short delay, then one of those loudspeaker announcements where only two words out of five are audible. The key words I caught were “explosion” and “World Trade Center”. The upshot was the train wasn’t going any further and we were told to get off. Then we were told to get back on, then off again. Finally, the voice clearly said the train would now be going on to Cortlandt St. So I assumed that the explosion had been a minor one. Otherwise, why would the train be allowed to go on?

How wrong I was. As soon as I went through the exit barriers at Cortlandt St., there was a sickening smell of what I thought was gas but which I later discovered was jet fuel. It was now between 8:50am and 8:55am, a few minutes after the first plane had struck at 8:46am. On the shopping concourse above the station, I remember a brief glimpse of broken glass and a cacophony of alarms before I became aware of security guards screaming at us, “Run, run for your life”. Another official took the opposite tack: “OK folks, take your time.” But I didn’t hang around. Out on to the wide pavement and across the street.

I turned, looked up and saw an ugly gash in the side of the north tower with flames and smoke billowing out. Many of the hundreds of onlookers lining the street were on cell phones and I overheard one say something about a plane having crashed into the building. I thought: how could a plane do that in broad daylight? Is this the tower in which Windows on the World is located, and if so are our people high enough above that hole to have escaped the impact? I walked down toward the corner of the street opposite the south tower, thinking I’d ask a policeman who was in animated conversation with someone on the corner. I paused to wait for the right moment to interrupt but I never got the chance. A few seconds later — it was 9:02am — there was a roar in the sky rather than an explosion ... and shouts and screams from the hundreds of people gathered around. I looked up to see a ball of fire erupting from the face of the south tower. 

From where I was standing I had not been able to see the plane coming in. But I realised to my horror that what looked like an innocuous spray of particles fanning out in slow motion from the flames and smoke of this new explosion was in fact potentially lethal debris that would come raining down on us any second. Everyone seemed to realise this at the same instant and we all ran up the street away from the World Trade Center. I ran faster than most. A well-dressed woman went sprawling, dropping her cell phone, which went scooting along the ground. I recall jumping over somebody. I’m afraid I didn’t stop for anyone. I’ve never known group panic before but I kept thinking: this isn’t real, this isn’t actually happening, we’re on the set of a movie. 

I was convinced that I’d be flattened by a lump of metal or concrete if I didn’t get under something. Stupidly, Ipaused under the awning of a news- stand, quickly telling myself that a plastic corrugated sheet was no match for flying building materials. I ran on to get round the corner and as I did something hit me on the leg. It was painful but not enough to stop me running. I rounded the corner and pressed my back to the wall. 

I checked my leg — a nasty cut on my right calf — and then decided to get as far as possible away from the World Trade Center. I was also very concerned to get to a phone because I was worried that my wife Sonia in London would hear about the attack before I could tell her I was OK. I also wanted to call the office. 

I didn’t know where I was but I knew which direction was away from the World Trade Center. Amazingly, people were still walking back towards the Twin Towers. Perhaps they wanted to help those who’d been hurt but I later wondered how many might have been overwhelmed by the collapse of the south tower. After about 10 minutes of walking, passing pay phones with long lines, I found some kind of community building with a phone inside. It still took what seemed an interminable time to take my turn in line. My wife’s cell phone wouldn’t connect, but I got through to our baby-minder at home and told her to get hold of my wife urgently to tell her I was OK. I later found out that Sonia was at Epsom Hospital outside London visiting my elderly aunt who had suffered a bad fall. The TV in the hospital was already broadcasting live the terrible events in New York. As soon as she could, Sonia phoned my office to ask if I was meant to be in the World Trade Center. She had to be told, of course, that I was. Luckily, the baby-minder managed to contact Sonia a few minutes later to say I was OK. 

They were not the happiest minutes of her life. But at least she and I have the luxury of being able to recall these awful moments, unlike the thousands of victims who were torn from their loved ones that day. 

I came out of the building and stood on the steps along with scores of other people. There was a clear view of the two towers on fire. Then I saw a chilling sight, something I didn’t believe at first: someone falling or jumping from near the top of the north tower. It seemed to take ages for them to disappear out of sight below the smaller buildings around the World Trade Center. I turned to a tall and rather unfriendly looking (but probably just horrified) youth next to me, who told me that this was the seventh or eighth person he’d seen jump. 

I couldn’t watch any more, though plenty of people stood around me apparently glued to the spot, crying out at each new fall or sobbing quietly. I started to walk back to the Risk Waters office in SoHo. At every intersection large groups of people stood looking down the Lower West Side towards the unfolding tragedy. I walked up the West Side Highway, then started to cut across, until I got to West Broadway. In a coffee shop, I found a whole line of people watching live TV. 

Now the remark I overheard earlier about a plane crashing into the World Trade Center was confirmed. Both towers, CNN said, had been victims of an “apparent” terrorist attack. At some point soon after, groans and shouts of “Oh no!” and “Oh my God!” erupted from onlookers as the first tower collapsed. I can’t honestly recall whether I saw it happen or not, or whether I just thought I’d seen it because I later saw it on TV so many times. I carried on and got to the office in SoHo around 10am. When I walked in, everyone looked at me as if they’d seen a ghost. 

We knew that our people had survived the impact of the plane, because someone in our office had called David Rivers on his cell phone right after the plane had crashed into the building and he sounded quite calm, saying they were all OK and waiting to be evacuated. Later either David or someone else who managed to phone from the 106th floor said it was getting smoky and they were being moved up to the 107th floor. For the next half an hour we kept telling ourselves: “They must have been evacuated by now.” 

missed the collapse of the second tower too. But there were screams in the office from where, on the corner of Prince and Lafayette, we had been able to see quite clearly the top halves of the World Trade Center. Nobody said anything for a while. Then we renewed our efforts of reassurance: our colleagues must have got out, we told each other, because they had had an hour and 45 minutes to do so. 

Only then did we start to focus seriously on who exactly among our staff was meant to be there. David Rivers was the key editorial person in New York, and a man widely respected by everyone involved in financial IT. Married 17 years, he had a five-year-old son and a wife, Ricky, who was big in the world of fashion. They lived in the Village on Fifth Avenue. Only a couple of months earlier, David had decided against a family vacation in Israel where Ricky’s parents live on the grounds that there was too much risk from terrorist attacks. What an irony! 

There was Simon Turner, a board director out from London on his last trip before his wife gave birth to their first child, due in November. He had to be there because the whole of the Waters business was his responsibility. His poor wife and his friends at first clung to the notion that he might have been late for the start of the conference, like me and some others, but they knew they were kidding themselves. Simon, until a couple of years ago, had been a keen member of the Honourable Artillery Company [whose soldiers allegedly serve as enforcers for Bullingdon bookmakers’ spot fixing and spread betting frauds in the game of cricket dating back to the 17th century] (the Territorial Army reservists). For him to be late for anything would have been like Big Ben failing to strike. The night before, I had been at dinner with two other colleagues from London, Michele du Berry and Sarah Prothero, and we wanted Simon to join us, but his flight from London had been delayed and our calls to his hotel proved fruitless. The three of us had a pleasant meal in TriBeCa and got a cab back uptown, not too late since Michele and Sarah had to be up early to get to the conference the next day, well in advance of any delegates. They were in a happy mood as I dropped them off at their hotel in midtown. It was the last time I saw them. 

Michele, Risk Waters’ conference director, had joined us less than a year ago and had brought stability to a managerially shaky department. She was married with two young children who adored her. After Sept. 11, the children wouldn’t let their father leave the house for work “in case he doesn’t come back, like mummy”. Sarah ran all the conference administration with telling efficiency, managing never to appear flustered. Three other colleagues flew over from London to be at the conference: Karlie Rogers, whom we’d just promoted to head of sponsorship for conferences and books; Elisa Ferraina, an Australian based in London and another stalwart of the sponsorship team; and Melanie de Vere, who perhaps would be alive today if she hadn’t been promoted from the Waters training division into a new publishing role, where her first task was to attend the conference in the World Trade Center. 

There were other Britons living in New York. Dinah Webster and Neil Cudmore we had transferred together 18 months ago from Hong Kong where they had met and fallen in love. Dinah had been working for us in Hong Kong; Neil worked for us for a time there before defecting to another company. But he was eager to rejoin us in New York and Dinah was equally keen to be with him. They worked well together. They at first rented an apartment in Murray Hill but just a few months prior to the tragedy opted for more space in the suburbs, buying a place out on Long Island. They had got engaged in June 2000. When they were going to tie the knot wasn’t clear but anyone who saw them together couldn’t fail to notice how much they cared for each other. 

Also at the conference that day were Oliver Bennett, a journalist with Risk, who was due to return to London at the end of October, and Paul Bristow, a conference producer whose first major event was the conference being held that day. 

The local staff in New York included Amy Lamonsoff, one of the most loyal members of the staff we inherited when we acquired the New York company, Waters Information Services, in 1999. Her work in conference administration had won her a lot of friends and admirers in the London office. 

Celeste Victoria, Joanna Vidal and Sarah Ali Escarcega were all in conference marketing and support functions. Celeste, a single mother, was helping her daughter through college in the Midwest. Sarah was on a temporary contract and had been with us a mere three weeks. She had married only in April. A sad discovery a week or so after Sept. 11 was that her father, who lives in north London, had suffered racial abuse for being a Muslim. Equally moving was the later revelation in The New York Times that Joanna, some time after the first plane rammed the north tower, had called her father on her cell phone from the 106th floor to tell him that the building was on fire and that, no matter what happened, she loved him. 

There was also Laura Rockefeller, an aspiring theatre producer, who funded her drama activities with part-time work, including ‘hosting’ activities at nearly all our New York conferences. She’d worked at the Windows on the World many times for Risk Waters. 

All day the phones rang in our SoHo office. There were calls about members of staff, about speakers, exhibitors and delegates at the conference. We were soon able to calculate the number of Risk Waters staff attending at 16, but it took considerably longer to establish that, of the roughly 150 others expected to attend that morning, 65 had arrived at the conference. The callers — partners, parents, siblings, friends — ranged from calm to distraught. We told them what we could, which wasn’t very much. That was the awful part: not knowing. We grabbed at straws. A couple of times we got garbled third-hand messages that everyone had been safely evacuated and we became elated, only to find out later that the authors of the messages hadn’t actually been at the conference. Websites proliferated, claiming to list those who were safe and those about whom there was definite information one way or the other, but which often turned out to be the work of sick minds. 

These occasional rays of hope lifted the mood of the office briefly but the general mood was unremittingly grim. Some staff just went home. A few stayed to answer phones and be there for the spouses and partners who came round with friends to wait in hope for news. 

In the early evening, when we were told to evacuate our office (along with the whole lower part of Manhattan, south of 14th St.), we still hadn’t heard anything from anyone whom we knew to have been in the north tower. Next day and the day after we still clung to the belief that they had been evacuated to New Jersey with smoke injuries and were unable to call because of the phone lines being down. We had heard that some 1,500 people dubbed “the walking wounded” by Mayor Giuliani had been taken across the Hudson to hospitals in the neighbouring state. But by Thursday, this idea was wearing thin; by Friday it was threadbare. By then, the hospitals had failed to receive the predicted flood of seriously injured victims, suggesting the worst. 

The southern part of Manhattan was like a ghost town that evening of the 11th. No subways were running, so I walked up to 40th St. and 6th Ave. before finding a bus, which was giving free rides. I got back to West 66th St. to find only a skeleton staff at the hotel. The big contrast with downtown was that opposite the Lincoln Center, all the pavement cafes and restaurants were full. People weren’t exactly laughing but I was surprised at how many people were out and about, given what had happened earlier and the worries about further attacks.

The next few days were chaotic. We were barred from our office in SoHo and phones of all kinds worked only intermittently. Risk Waters’ London office took on most of the burden of communicating with distraught families and friends of Risk Waters staff and people attending the conference. 

The lack of information in Manhattan drove some members of staff to visit all the local hospitals and temporary morgues. But the hospitals were unable to help without photographs of the missing people. We did not have photos of most of our staff, so there were further delays and fresh heartache as the families had to be contacted again for pictures of their loved ones. Parents, spouses and friends of some of those that Risk Waters lost started to arrive from the UK at the weekend. The spouses of the two Japanese delegates were flown over from Tokyo by their company, and they all had questions which we could not answer. Because the only definitive list of those attending our conference was the one kept at the registration desk on the 106th floor of the north tower and checked off as each delegate arrived, there was no way of knowing who had actually arrived before the first plane struck. 

Even if I could have put the events of Tuesday to the back of my mind for longer than a few seconds, the blanket TV coverage would have revived them again very quickly. The trouble was that it revived them in a way that made it increasingly hard to accept them as real. The constant replays on TV of the attacks somehow devalued the enormity of what had happened, trivialising the terrorism to the level of the fictional violence that TV purveys most of the time. I found it impossible to believe that I had witnessed the tragedy or even been tied up in it because I kept viewing it every five minutes on TV. 

A week later, when TV channels showed yet again the footage of the towers being hit and later collapsing, I was quite shaken. I felt that the sheer scale of what had happened was at last beginning to sink in. It was the last time that I could bear to watch the towers being rammed. This was also the same day — Tuesday, Sept.18, when I left New York to go home to London — that I finally grasped how sombre the mood was in the city. I saw a group of three people laughing openly in the street. It made me realise how rare that sight had been in the previous week. 

Peter Field 
September 18, 2001 
(revised and edited August 2002) 

Remembering our friends from Risk Waters Group who lost their lives in the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001” 

“The List of the Dead at Windows on the World on 9/11 – 76 … What really prompted me to start taking a closer look at what happened at Windows on the World on 9/11 was this short video – a Diane Sawyer TV interview with Michael LoMonico, Chef/Director for Windows on the World restaurant. I felt that everything he said in the interview was a lie. “9/11 Windows on the World Chef Late To Work 9/16/2001 CBS News” 

While researching the possibility of fraud and lies as pertains to the number of casualties supposedly suffered by employees of Windows on the World I came across this post and I immediately saw it as a classic example of planted dis-information. The author address two pertinent ‘facts’ – the low casualty countat WoW - except for those working on the banquet shift – all 76 died. These two points struck me as not only odd but as untruthful, because the casualties were actually very high for such a small company. And how is it that the "banquet shift" would have worked through the entire night? 

Quote: “While the Greatest Bar on Earth drew some criticism, particularly because of it being named in the spirit of New York "modesty," I think we can all agree that it will live on as such in our minds. While the horrible events of September 11th, 2001, took place in the morning, most of the staff was spared–except for those working the banquet shift in Windows on the World. Reflections: Windows on the World memorial site.”Sean Parnell 

Quote – from here - http://www.chibarproject.com/Memoriam/Greatest/Greatest.htm

Quote: “Windows on the World, the restaurant at the top of the North Tower, is said to have lost seventy-nine of its employees on September 11, as well as ninety-one of its patrons. It was likely that the Falling Man numbered among them.” 

Read more: http://www.esquire.com/features/ESQ0903-SEP_FALLINGMAN#ixzz1hJkZAI6H 

Its been said that everyone in the Windows of the World restaurant on the 107th floor of the World Trade Center survived the impact when American Airlines Flight 11 crashed into the North Tower at 8:46 am, but died when the tower collapsed after burning for 102 minutes. xxxxxQuote from Wiki: September 11 attacks - Windows on the World was destroyed when the North Tower collapsed during the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001. At the time of the attack on the World Trade Center, the restaurant was hosting regular breakfast patrons and the Risk Waters Financial Technology Congress. Everyone present in the restaurant when American Airlines Flight 11 penetrated the North Tower survived the plane's impact but perished either because of smoke inhalation during the ensuing conflagration, jumping or falling to their deaths, or the eventual collapse of the tower 102 minutes later, as all passages to below the impact zone were blocked. At the time of the attacks, present in the restaurant were 72 restaurant staff members (including acting manager Christine Olender, whose desperate calls to Port Authority police represented the restaurant's final communications), 16Risk Waters employees, and 76 other guests/contractors.[4] The last people to leave the restaurant before Flight 11 collided with the North Tower at 8:46 AM were Michael Nestor, Liz Thompson, and Geoffrey Wharton, who departed at 8:44 AM.[5] 

Information on the very mysterious "76 other guests/contractors" has been impossible to find, and there is very little to be found regarding the "Risk Waters" employees as well. 

There is a considerable amount of digging to do - SSDI, Victims Compensation, memorial sites (if any) etc., etc. I will be updating as I go along, and any help will be greatly appreciated. J 

While compiling this list my first question was this: How is it possible that this many employees would have arrived at work so early that morning at Windows on the World. As I began to read further on - this long list of names of the ‘dead’ - it became very obvious to me that this was one gigantic fraud – a lie from top to bottom. Please keep in mind that it was early in the morning when the tragedy struck the North Tower at 8:46 a.m. The restaurant was closed – not due to open till 10:00. And there was nothing special going on that would have necessitated almost the entire staff to have been present, on duty. Most of the job descriptions of the people listed here do NOT require early morning attendance at this, or any other restaurant that I know of, and I worked in that business for many years. I also owned my own restaurant so I do have a more than average understanding of the business operation.” 

“Underlining his appreciation of the impact the atrocity had on America, David Cameron spoke for the first time at his joint press conference with President Barack Obama about his own anxious wait for news of his missing wife. Mrs Cameron, then 30, was pregnant with their first child, Ivan, when she flew into New York the day before the 9/11 terrorist attacks to open the Manhattan branch of Smythson, the upmarket stationery firm she still works as a consultant for. She was in the store, a few miles away from Ground Zero on 61st Street and Madison Avenue, when the planes flew into the Towers.” 

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2/04/2013 @ 10:54AM |1,223 views  
Europol Report: 680 Soccer Games Suspected Of Match-Fixing 

Soccer’s American detractors have accused the sport of being too slow, too low-scoring and too full of diving players. They can now add corruption to the list

Europol, the European Union’s law enforcement agency, released today the upsetting findings of a match-fixing investigation that began last summer. The probe found 680 suspicious soccer matches, including qualifiers for the World Cup and European Championship, as well as two Champions League games. The report indicates that 380 of the suspected matches were played in Europe. Haydn ShaughnessyContributor 

According to Europol’s findings, 425 match officials, players, criminals and others were involved in European match-fixing since 2008. Europol has not yet revealed any specific names thought to be involved. 

A Singapore-based crime syndicate is alleged to be behind much of the illegal bribery, and the criminal network is reported to have spent as much as $136,500 per fixed match. Russian-speaking and other European gangs are also said to be involved in the widespread corruption of the sport. In fact, suspects from as many as 10 different countries could play a role in fixing a single match. 

Investigators found that $2.7 million were paid out as bribes to players and officials; another $10.9 million were won as related gambling profits. Yet those amounts are just what investigators could definitively prove. As one investigator put it, today’s report is just “the tip of the iceberg.” 

The Union of European Football Associations (UEFA) has yet to fully review the details of Europol’s report, but the sport’s European governing body is expected to take the appropriate disciplinary actions.” 

“Hawaii In the middle of the Pacific ocean sits the Honolulu (Hawaii) Cricket Club, easily the most remote outpost of cricket in the Americas. Against the backdrop of Diamond Head, probably the most photographed extinct volcano in the world, members can be seen playing cricket in Kapiolani Park.?The Club was established in 1893 when Hawaii was a territory of the United States. The Guinness Book of World Records names the Honolulu Cricket Club as the oldest sporting organization in the Pacific, and it is probably the only site for regular night cricket in the USA. In recent years, Hawaii has hosted teams from Australia, California, Canada, England, Hong Kong, New Yorkand New Zealand.


League
Officer
Address
Telephone
Email
Mark Berwick
Captain
4047 Kaimuki Avenue, Honolulu, Hawaii 96816
Robert Cowie
Treasurer
47-689 Hui Kelu Street # 3, Kaneohe, Hawaii 96744


Illinois ­­­­­The state of Illinois has the tradition of some of the oldest cricket played in the USA, outside the Eastern seaboard. A cricket League has existed in and around Chicago since the 1850s. The Midwest Cricket Conference is centered on Illinois but has teams in several neighboring states, has a strong following, many established teams, and an excellent Web site and record-keeping system.


League
Officer
Address
Telephone
EMail
Shekhs Aravind
President
3 Charles Court, Buffalo Grove, IL - 60089
Mohammed Iftikhar
Vice-President
3004 W. North Shore Ave, Chicago, IL - 60645



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1 comment:

  1. Neil Heywood (20 October 1970 – 14 November 2011) was a British businessman who worked in China. Heywood appears to have played the role of a Bai Shoutao or white glove for the Bo family, doing business on their behalf. He was hired occasionally by Hakluyt & Company, a consultancy firm co-founded by a former officer in Britain's MI6 intelligence service. It attracted controversy in 2001 when Hakluyt was alleged in the Sunday Times to have employed staff to infiltrate environmental groups when working for BP and Royal Dutch Shell. Hakluyt has also come under the spotlight for the list of City luminaries which have advised the group, including ex-Vodafone boss Sir Christopher Gent. Hakluyt's deputy managing director Rupert Huxter was formerly Private Secretary to Michael Heseltine and Lord Peter Mandelson. Not that is means anything.

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