Cloud Cuckoo Land.
Dear Barnaby has a fight on his hands, if; and I do stipulate IF he can be bothered. Firstly he must deal with Carmody; who seems to live in a world far removed from this one. You really must read ‘Flashman and the Dragon’ to get a real fix on Cloud Cuckoo Land. The Oxford defines it; and Wiki do a nice little piece on it – but, for my money the Flashman version ‘takes you there’.
Henneman – in the ‘Winds of change’ wrote:-“I for one would love nothing more than to see two rugged men battle it out, especially if you both did it shirtless in kilts. As a matter of fact, I would even take bets on who would win.”
In primus, I would question whether Carmody, apart from the odd ‘session’ with Aleck, has even a vague grip on the realities he faces. Seriously, has he ever been out of the building into the real air? In the rarefied atmosphere in which Carmody lives, given his apparent total ignorance of what is really happening – on his watch – beneath his vision and (we hope) without his ‘authority’ even rate a mention? Did I just mention without his authority? I did. Well let’s examine that.
You see, without his knowledge or consent to a course of action; probably without even his interest, ‘things’ are occurring which totally and utterly contradict his mindless blathering’s of ‘just culture’ or even promised reform. Tea and biccie’s with the Rev. Forsyth don’t count. What is happening beneath the top floor does; in real terms, to real people – in real dollars, do much harm without achieving any of his 'stated' intentions of 'sorting things out'.
“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.” (Poe)
We must ask; has Carmody too fallen under the hypnotic spell of ‘hewhodovoodoo’. It certainly seems like he has. It is, after all, far easier to lay back and accept the hypnotic, subliminal suggestive rather than to deny it credence. Why would you? The lovely walk through the tranquil gardens, behind the swamps; the easy way through a Senate crew audacious inquiries, the totally legal way to lie and bull-shit you’re way through an Estimates hearing, an inquiry or even a ministerial report must be magical music in the deaf ears of a not too wise monkey.
But: Carmody is not only deaf, for convenience; but, to be blind to the absolute total shambles his organisation has created, with ministerial backing, is plain dumb.
Carmody is not blind just for convenience sake. You see - what you can’t see but can deny cannot hurt you. The ‘blind eye’ syndrome works just fine; until of course ‘what you can’t see’ bites you on the arse, then matters become slightly more personal.
“The cerebral narcissist is as competitive and intolerant of criticism or disagreement as his somatic counterpart. The subjugation and subordination of others demand the establishment of his undisputed intellectual superiority or professional authority. It is a "hidden or tacit competition" (Lowen). The cerebral narcissist aspires to perfection. Thus, even the slightest and most inconsequential challenge to his authority is inflated by him. Hence, the disproportionateness of his reactions.”
All of which leads us to the inevitable questions. Did Carmody ever have real control over his operation? The ‘facts and circumstances’ deny this any possibility of being accurate. Therefore if one end of the dog is moving – the other must be doing the work. Which end of this monstrosity has Carmody got hold off? We must all hope ‘tis the right end, for ‘tuther will bite him hard.
Aye well, my three brass monkey’s sit on the desk, smiling smugly at me while keeping the ‘paperwork’ weighted down. That pile of stuff looks, to a man on a galloping horse, neat and sorted – it ain’t. It’s my ‘too hard’ stack to which, I will, one of theses days attend.
Toot toot.
Dear Barnaby has a fight on his hands, if; and I do stipulate IF he can be bothered. Firstly he must deal with Carmody; who seems to live in a world far removed from this one. You really must read ‘Flashman and the Dragon’ to get a real fix on Cloud Cuckoo Land. The Oxford defines it; and Wiki do a nice little piece on it – but, for my money the Flashman version ‘takes you there’.
Henneman – in the ‘Winds of change’ wrote:-“I for one would love nothing more than to see two rugged men battle it out, especially if you both did it shirtless in kilts. As a matter of fact, I would even take bets on who would win.”
In primus, I would question whether Carmody, apart from the odd ‘session’ with Aleck, has even a vague grip on the realities he faces. Seriously, has he ever been out of the building into the real air? In the rarefied atmosphere in which Carmody lives, given his apparent total ignorance of what is really happening – on his watch – beneath his vision and (we hope) without his ‘authority’ even rate a mention? Did I just mention without his authority? I did. Well let’s examine that.
You see, without his knowledge or consent to a course of action; probably without even his interest, ‘things’ are occurring which totally and utterly contradict his mindless blathering’s of ‘just culture’ or even promised reform. Tea and biccie’s with the Rev. Forsyth don’t count. What is happening beneath the top floor does; in real terms, to real people – in real dollars, do much harm without achieving any of his 'stated' intentions of 'sorting things out'.
“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.” (Poe)
We must ask; has Carmody too fallen under the hypnotic spell of ‘hewhodovoodoo’. It certainly seems like he has. It is, after all, far easier to lay back and accept the hypnotic, subliminal suggestive rather than to deny it credence. Why would you? The lovely walk through the tranquil gardens, behind the swamps; the easy way through a Senate crew audacious inquiries, the totally legal way to lie and bull-shit you’re way through an Estimates hearing, an inquiry or even a ministerial report must be magical music in the deaf ears of a not too wise monkey.
But: Carmody is not only deaf, for convenience; but, to be blind to the absolute total shambles his organisation has created, with ministerial backing, is plain dumb.
Carmody is not blind just for convenience sake. You see - what you can’t see but can deny cannot hurt you. The ‘blind eye’ syndrome works just fine; until of course ‘what you can’t see’ bites you on the arse, then matters become slightly more personal.
“The cerebral narcissist is as competitive and intolerant of criticism or disagreement as his somatic counterpart. The subjugation and subordination of others demand the establishment of his undisputed intellectual superiority or professional authority. It is a "hidden or tacit competition" (Lowen). The cerebral narcissist aspires to perfection. Thus, even the slightest and most inconsequential challenge to his authority is inflated by him. Hence, the disproportionateness of his reactions.”
All of which leads us to the inevitable questions. Did Carmody ever have real control over his operation? The ‘facts and circumstances’ deny this any possibility of being accurate. Therefore if one end of the dog is moving – the other must be doing the work. Which end of this monstrosity has Carmody got hold off? We must all hope ‘tis the right end, for ‘tuther will bite him hard.
Aye well, my three brass monkey’s sit on the desk, smiling smugly at me while keeping the ‘paperwork’ weighted down. That pile of stuff looks, to a man on a galloping horse, neat and sorted – it ain’t. It’s my ‘too hard’ stack to which, I will, one of theses days attend.
Toot toot.