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Unless you’ve been enjoying a nice election-week digital detox, you’ve heard about The Crash. On Sunday, a private Learjet traveling from Austin to the Bahamas spiraled dramatically from the sky in Palm Beach County, Florida, killing all nine people aboard. Minutes before things took a horrifying turn, the crew reported ice and “moderate turbulence” and was given the green light to ascend to a higher altitude.
And then—for reasons yet to be determined—all hell broke loose.
“We’re descending 8,000 feet per minute,” the co-pilot can be heard telling air traffic control in heartbreaking released audio. “Mayday, mayday, we’re descending 10,000 feet per minute. Declaring emergency, November-seven-two-two-bravo-delta, we are in an overspeed condition descending 20,000 feet per minute!”
The escalating panic in her voice is haunting. In fact, unless you have an especially hearty appetite for human suffering, I do not recommend listening to the entire exchange.
When the jet met the earth—reportedly less than seven miles from Trump’s Mar-a-Lago compound—the only thing more cinematic than the resulting fireball was the powder keg of What Really Happened™ theories that exploded across social media.
