Resolución recomendada: 1024x768

Después de haber analizado esta página con "W3C Link Checker" el

 resultado arrojado por la misma es de cero errores,

por lo que todos los enlaces funcionan.

INFORMACIÓN SOBRE LA SUPUESTA MUERTE DE PAUL

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
(HA SIDO EXTRAÍDA DE: http://digilander.libero.it/p_truth/index.html)

 


Based on the last photo of Sir James Paul McCartney (1966), and the various photos of Mr. William Sheppard or Billy Shears or Faul or...etc... The one before plastic surgery is that mirror printed at the bottom-left of a "White Album" poster page.

 


(For those who still don't understand, this is the REAL, the TRUE, the ONE and ONLY James Paul McCartney)



36 Years Ago.

Sunday 11th September 1966, Evening Brian and Paul were returning from their trip in good spirits. It had been a wonderful time. After John's notorious phrase which had instigated the storm in the world against the Beatles and the turmoil over the "butcher album" cover, everything seemed to have returned back to a normal routine.


 

The last photo of "The Beatles"

And Paul had had a sudden burst of extraordinary creativity over a very short period of time, perhaps as a reaction to all that had happened. It had been a typically seasonal rainy day.
At a semaphore stop a van suddenly cut across the street, blocking the car Brian and Paul were in. The car didn't quite stop in time and hit the van, but not seriously enough to do any real damage. They expected to discuss what had happened with the occupants of the other vehicle but instead men dressed in black appeared from the van and grabbe Brian, Paul and one of the girls who happened to be with them at the time and forced them into another car that had turned up in the meantime. The second girl who was with them, however, had the presence of mind to run away. The morning afterwards, not knowing what had happened, we tried to call Brianand Paul but strangely we couldn't get hold of them. We retraced their steps through our common friends but nobody had seen or heard from them. We were on the telephone all day.

And then the next day the police phoned to tell us that they had a girl with them confirming that Brian and Paul had been kidnapped. Ringo was the first one to arrive where the kidnapping had taken place; the vehicles were empty. The girl told us what had happened. We began to panic. John became hysterical and we didn't know what to think or what to do. But we were able to suppress the story from the Wednesday newspapers thanks to some acquaintances of ours. We had directly contacted the intelligence service who understood the gravity of the situation and the social ramifications if word got out. They told us that they would take care of everything. All we had to do was to continue our daily routine and keep all our previously appointed business engagements. We waited for the kidnappers to contact us, a ransom demand of some sort. Time passed and nothing happened. As more days passed, our apprehension grew.

It was the Tuesday of the following week when we received the call, but not the one we had been waiting for. We were called out in order to identify Paul's body. At the time John was in Paris and George was in India. They immediately returned home.
Paul was found at the foot of a hill, a little distance from a white Volkswagen.


 

The photo of the hill and the car
The place where the corpse was found
( from the "White Album" poster )

 

He was in a ghastly state. He had been dead for a while and beasts had begun to eat at him; his lips looked as if they had been torn by some animal, the left side of his face had also been torn to pieces and the whole of his right ear had been bitten off.

SIGUE