Even if the plane didn’t fall apart, people should’ve been flung around and loose items should’ve been scattered everywhere. We’d expect to see broken bones and even fatalities. Yet we did not see serious injuries (apart from the stabbed pilot) and the place was so tidy, even cups of water were still standing. How is this possible?
We have footage from the dive because multiple pᴀssengers whipped out their cameras to film people screaming, but none of it shows the chaos you’d expect. Also, a little girl was in the bathroom at the time. She should’ve been flung into the walls and ceiling, but there was not a scratch on her.
We’re told that the pᴀssengers walked to the cockpit during the descent. This would appear to be physically impossible. Imagine the G-forces on a rollercoaster. Now imagine it’s travelling hundreds of miles an hour. Pᴀssengers would either be floating around at that speed, or more likely thrown to the back of the plane.
The plane plummeted hard over a period of about 30 seconds. Another 30 seconds and it would’ve hit the ground, but it would’ve taken less than 30 seconds to reach an unsurvivable altitude. Lower altitudes put more stress on the plane, meaning we are talking about seconds to spare.
We are told the plane kept diving and stabilising over several minutes—the cockpit was entered after the hardest dive, but while the plane was still diving. This suggests the hijacker chose to stop diving so hard when the pilot was subdued, enabling the pᴀssengers to enter. That’s awfully kind of him, but any kind of dive should’ve made entry difficult-to-impossible.
Here’s a crucial piece of info: the man who first broke into the cockpit and tackled the hijacker was also the man who took control of the plane. He did all of this with literally seconds to spare. It gets even more impressive when you realise he knew that flight controls are inverted. Good job he watched that Air Crash TV show. Good job that two off-duty pilots were ready to take over.
Our hero met Netanyahu hours later, still wearing his bloodied clothes—only images from the plane show his shoes were different. If he changed his shoes, why didn’t he change the rest of his clothes?
He showed that his socks were soaked in blood, but he was wearing his shoes on the plane and they were not soaked in blood. He wasn’t injured so the implication is this was the pilot’s blood. Why didn’t he remove his blood-soaked socks when he changed his shoes?
He told Netanyahu that he got the hijacker in a chokehold while he was trying to destroy instruments. Why was he doing that if he was flying the plane into the ground? Nothing about the story makes sense. Was the captain attacked with a knife or axe? Did pᴀssengers break down the cockpit door, or did the injured pilot open it after being stabbed? The details keep shifting.
Now consider that Netanyahu predicted a major event would happen the day before, and he politicised the attack immediately after. Trump is now saying that if it was Iran, we will hit them hard. This is working out awfully well for Netanyahu, isn’t it?
💔 STELLA PARTON BREAKS HER SILENCE — What She Said About Dolly’s Health Has Fans Looking Back
Dolly Parton’s Sister Breaks Silence What Really Happened - GMT - G1
Stella Parton was born May 4, 1949, the sixth of twelve children raised by Robert Lee and Avie Lee Parton in Sevierville, Tennessee — a household defined by noise, limited money, and almost no privacy, the kind of environment that produced strong, determined personalities.
Stella was one of them.
By seven, she was appearing alongside her older sister Dolly on a Knoxville television program; by her teens, she was writing her own songs, though marriage and motherhood pulled music to the margins of her life for a stretch.
The dream never fully disappeared.
In 1967, she recorded a gospel album with her mother and sisters, and later worked clubs in Washington, D.C., before founding her own record label in 1975 and releasing “I Want to Hold You in My Dreams Tonight,” which climbed to number nine on the country charts.
Long before any of that commercial success, Stella had already shown a willingness to take positions others avoided.
At 26, amid backlash against Australian singer Olivia Newton-John for winning recognition in country music, Stella recorded “Ode to Olivia” in her defense — a stand that offered her no career benefit and real risk of criticism, but one she took anyway simply because she believed staying silent was the wrong choice.
That instinct defined the rest of her career: hits like “The Danger of a Stranger” and “Steady as the Rain” (written by Dolly) built a genuine, independent following, including in the U.K., while Stella also worked in New York theater and spoke openly, often controversially, about poverty, domestic violence, and the treatment of women in the music industry.
She was named the Christian Country Music Association’s Female Vocalist of the Year in 2004.
Through all of it, she remained defined publicly, more often than not, as simply “Dolly’s little sister” — a label she spent five decades quietly proving didn’t tell the full story.
That same directness is why her comments in the fall of 2025 carried real weight.
Stella had never positioned herself as the family’s image manager or spokesperson; she was, by reputation, someone who believed difficult truths shouldn’t stay hidden indefinitely.
What she described wasn’t dramatic or accusatory — it was a portrait of a woman who had spent years prioritizing everyone else’s needs over her own.
The context mattered.
Carl Dean, Dolly’s husband of nearly sixty years, died in March 2025 at 82, after a long illness during which Dolly had devoted herself almost entirely to his care.
She later acknowledged that in the process, she’d neglected her own health significantly.
The loss reverberated through the whole extended family — the Partons had lost three brothers in the years surrounding this period, compounding grief that, for a family that had once crowded twelve children into a single small home, meant losing pieces of a shared childhood one after another.
Stella herself went seven years without releasing new music during this stretch, later describing the period simply as one shaped by sorrow, while still speaking about the importance of finding moments of laughter within it.
Looking back, one moment reads very differently in hindsight than it did at the time: in late September 2025, Dolly postponed her planned Las Vegas residency, citing health challenges — a rare cancellation for a performer whose six-decade career had included very few of them.
At the time, most fans treated it as a minor, temporary setback.
Stella’s later reflections suggested the signs had actually been building for some time, visible to family in ways the public smile made easy to miss.
That concern crystallized publicly not long after, when Dolly’s younger sister Frieda posted a simple request on Facebook asking fans to pray for Dolly.
What looked at first like an ordinary, well-meaning gesture spread rapidly, sparking widespread speculation about how serious Dolly’s condition actually was.
Dolly herself responded directly within days, appearing in a video from a Grand Ole Opry commercial shoot, insisting with her familiar humor that she wasn’t finished yet — the now widely remembered “I ain’t dead yet” moment that briefly quieted public concern.
In the months that followed, the pattern repeated: reassuring updates about kidney stones, dehydration, and treatment, paired with continued work on new projects, right up until Dolly Parton’s death on August 25, 2026, at 80.
Looking back across that full timeline — the postponed residency, the family’s public worry, Stella’s own account of a sister who consistently deprioritized her own wellbeing — it becomes easier to see what the people closest to Dolly understood well before the rest of the world did: that the warmth and resilience the public saw every time she appeared on camera came at a real, largely invisible cost.
