Of course...
"OK guys. Here's the plan. It's the best we could come up with. We've got to get rid of Fuddy. She's been running around telling the whole world that President Obama was born in Hawaii and the boss isn't too happy about this. So what we've came up with is, we're going to put you all in an airplane and crash it into the Pacific. Don't worry. You'll be fine. We've got a great pilot. Now once you all safely swim away from the wreckage, you need to make sure Fuddy dies from what looks like natural causes. I dunno, a heart attack or something. Are you all with me? This is going to work perfectly! Yeah, I know we can't get a simple website up and running but you gotta trust us on this! Nobody will suspect a thing!"
Good grief. Really?
I don’t of course know what happened here. The pilot, I’ve read elsewhere, seems not to have been a pilot of that airline. Another guy crashes and continues to take photos as if they’re all on a Sunday drive in the country. Another government employee is holding the boss’s hand and then loses her and that’s that. Weirder than Gilligan’s Island. Is it not mighty strange the woman people were predicting would die suddenly dies suddenly, just like so many others in Obama’s radius?