ALMOST ALLIES IN DEATH – BARRY CHAMISH
ALMOST ALLIES IN DEATH
by Barry Chamish
On March 15, two longtime journalist allies almost met our ends too similarly. I endured arterial bypass surgery on my right leg, my fifth bypass in a year, while my friend Joel Skousen was also almost killed by having his plane’s arteries clogged in mid-flight.
Click here: No Time to Panic: Strategic Survival Expert Joel Skousen Survives Plane Crash
No Time to Panic: Strategic Survival Expert Joel Skousen Survives Plane Crash
Former Marine fighter pilot and well known strategic relocation survival expert Joel Skousen (WorldAffairsBrief.com) was flying home from Las Vegas this week when his experimental Glasair I aircraft experienced an unrecoverable problem with the plane�s fuel flow system. According to first responders on the scene the plane was, �completely totaled in the wreck, after flipping and partially detaching the wings.�
Joel, you may recall, wrote this fine plug for the back of my new book, The Stinger Not The Stung.
Barry Chamish puts commentary on his native land that often highlights the reason why Christians should not be blind supporters of the Israeli government, even while they support the principle of a homeland for the House of Israel. – Joel Skousen, Editor Of World Affairs Brief
I called Joel today and interviewed him about the crash:
BC: What happened, Joel?
JS: The FAA says the fuel filter was blocked but they can’t figure out how. The main filter did not have enough blockage to explain a total cutoff. In fact, the fuel pump worked on the ground. No one can tell us what caused the plane’s fall.
BC: Is this a common accident?
JS: No, it’s close to unheard of.
BC: Did you leave the plane open to sabotage?
JS: As a matter of fact, it wasn’t sheltered that night. It was parked at the La Vegas Airport and with cooperation of security, the plane could have been reached and tinkered with.
BC: Just like my arteries.
I told Joel the basic story of my decision to leave Israel, my home of three decades:
On the evening of Yom Atzmaut, 2006, I was invited to a party off an obscure road outside of Modiin. At about 1:30 AM, I left the road and was hit by a car so seriously that I was dead and revived on the hospital table three times.
I stayed in Sheba Hospital for ten days where my treatment was scary to the point that I asked my attorney Dov Even Or to get me released, but more important, to handle the police and insurance sides of my case.
Within a day or two, he informed me that the police would not tell him basic information like who hit me. He had never encountered such an illegal handling of an accident before. Once released, I phoned my insurance agent, Yardena, of Hamburger, Levy Insurance (Jerusalem). She said the Police would not give her any report, nor would they even inform her who had hit my car. Confused by it all, she told me she suspected a police coverup was taking place.
Even Or suggested that I make my police statement to him and he added that I should take a holiday abroad while he handled the police investigation. That was seven years ago.
Two months ago, I asked my friend Baruch to pick up my file from Even Or. He sent me the police report and it was shocking. The police concluded that I had hit the vehicle and caused the accident. It was the polar opposite of the truth.
But I said I’d wait to summarize the scary treatment. It begins with a wacko setup in the Israeli right, the tambourine swinging flake, Ruthie. She had been trying to get me to go to events nationwide for a year and I turned down each invitation. But that night I took my card table of books to sell in Jerusalem and her party was on the way home. Another way to make a few shekels. I followed her instructions, turning right at the first road after Modiin Junction. I was greeted by a sole security guard who ordered me off the road. I followed his orders out and then my car was smashed, me included. I actually died from the smashup.
But I was revived and suffered abuse planned just for me. I was given a room-mate, and with me utterly sedated I didn’t understand that he was a major leftist thinker, so I couldn’t understand why everyone who visited him took the time to call me, the conspirator. The second night I was restrained, tied to my bed, and sedated well beyond anything permissible. Then my bed and his were brought together for gentle sleep.
The next day, my bed was quickly removed from the room because the leftist had done gone and died. His picture made the papers the day after. Okay, the hero dies with me feet away from him, but then the crew isn’t finished with me. I am totally sedated, restrained and my bed is rolled to a makeshift tv studio where I am being mocked and slandered by Channel 10. My role is to be the guest whipping boy when the show ended.
After, I’m rolled to a common area where a doctor surreptitiously slinks his way to my bed and whispers,”I think you’re right about Rabin.”
I knew I had outstayed my welcome and that Israel had turned dangerous, almost deadly, for me. It broke my heart, but I got the Hell out of there.
I have suspected that my body was reached and tinkered with seven years ago in Sheba Hospital. Now, seven years later, I pieced together the ugly picture from my doctors. Around seven years ago, every artery in my body began constricting. In the past year I’ve had a quintuple bypass and valve replacement. My left leg is 60% constricted and will have to be operated on within a year or two. That will constitute a sextuple bypass. I smoke but my doctor noted that this is a contributory factor and it must stop, still it doesn’t explain everything. Joel Skousen quickly observed, “That’s not smoking without help.”
Folks. Just know, I think I did alright. Everything will get verified whether I’m there to see it or not.
Right now I remember all of you who helped me through this latest episode: Tova, Baruch, Herman, Kelli, Hans, Brad, Ron, Ari, and on on. I remember each and every one of you. As I recall Flagler Hospital, St. Augustine for delaying my demise.
Exciting news. I am a feature player in a new 3 hour long DVD called Clear And Present Evil. While I was visiting Atlanta, director Steve Stavro filmed me discussing the Vatican and its relationship to Israel. Somehow I fit into the film, which is a serious expose of the Vatican sect, the Jesuits. The most compelling and disturbing sections are the convincing arguments that American Presidents such as Adams, Jefferson, Monroe, Lincoln and Kennedy were all murdered by the Jesuits. My role is not so grandiose. I tell how Israel is manipulated by the Vatican. I will send you a copy for $25 plus postage, meaning $28 for America, $30 for out of the US.
And I’ll add a DVD of my own free: Choose Vatican Update from either Atlanta or Jerusalem, or in Hebrew with a separate lecture called Save Israel (Hatzeelu Et Yisrael) where my Vatican research is explained in our original tongue.
Here are my latest e-mailed reviews of Clear And Present Evil:
“It dots all my I’s and crosses all my T’s.”
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