Right - Back on your heads;
'Tis an old, old joke (P7's Papa's vintage); seems a fellah dies, and, as usual ended up in the Underworld. The keeper of the gate gave him the guided tour of the seven options and asked him to select one - for eternity. Well; in one cavern, he'd seen blokes sitting on rock ledges, smoking and talking - the smell was appalling, but; compared to the rest, it seemed to be the best option - "I'll take this one" says he. Happily settled on his own rock, cigarettes and matches, he settled down to do his time. Just got a smoke lit when a bell rang and a Daemon with a whip appeared - "Right you lot - back on your heads". Tada!!
"That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true 'tis pity; And pity 'tis 'tis true: a foolish figure; But farewell it, for I will use no art."
And so, we once again enter into twilight as the election bandwagons steam through the villages. All manner of distractions and amazement to baffle and beguile the peasant populace; dancing elephants fresh from the rooms they were trapped in; snake-oil salesmen fresh from party training, the odd dancing donkey and a few brass bands lead the procession from the halls of governance. All primed with the latest 'logic' of how to win over the poor sods trapped in Hell, sat on rocks, having a quiet smoke. So much for the populace to endure - and the eternal question hangs in the air, unspoken. Basically - 'tis a simple enough question, I did OK under the last lot - will I do better under a new lot, or not? At the end of the shift, when all said and done, the average Joe Family just want a quiet life and to be able to do their best for the kids - a no brainer really. But what of the 'exotic' trades - those akin to aircraft plying the night sky with a load of freight or two hundred souls on board. Aye, the little end of aviation, right through to the big end of town - what does an election mean to those who employ them? Engineers, bag snatchers, cleaning crew, ramp crew, cabin attendants, ATCO's, Wannabe's and old hands, private owners, those who fly for fun and recreation,- the whole gamut and spectrum of the aviation, taxable revenue producing - 'industry'?
Well, in the precursor to this can aviation hold that which it has gained through hard work, persistence and countless pages of 'submission' to endless inquiry? Now comes the 'dark' times - a caretaker government - so nothing solid ratified - three month hiatus. A new government - a six month waiting period to deal with, if an opposition is elected; and even then, there are no 'cast iron' guarantees that the 20 and 30 year old issues can be resolved. As it stands, we have (had) a DPM who, like Barkis, is willin'
Barkis is persistent in his courtship of Clara Peggotty, Copperfield's childhood nurse, and is known for the hopeful often-repeated phrase “Barkis is willin'.”
Aye, and there's the rub. Politicly - Joyce has a good each way bet, can't loose. For if the 'opposition' attempt to gainsay or dilute the changes he has scripted, then, under a 'bit part-insane' system he has 'em by the nuts. But: is that enough for the industry well being? Sure, it's a great hammer - but, can it drive the nail?
There are many things (matters aeronautical) which demand prompt. if not immediate rectification; now, not only in the lap of the Gods but in the hands of our elected leaders. There are some 'surface' questions which, IMO, demand answers - yes; unlikely I realise, but even so: and, for the record:-
1) Why, when our 'airspace' is in such a mess does the 'Electric Blue Halfwit' only ever bring his 'bean counter' to estimates? Is ASA so dedicated to KPI that they will risk lives against parsimony? I cite Ballina and Mangalore as case in point.
2) Why does it take ATSB at least two years to produce a meaningless, pointless report on both fatal and could have been accidents. The current 'head' of the ATSB is little more than a 'Pick-Me Popinjay' leading the hapless ATSB into even more meaningless, non productive rhetoric, without substance,resolution or even a hint at 'safety' advice?
3) Why (Oh why) is the CASA allowed to stray so far from world best, gold standard regulation, ICAO compliance and burn through 30 odd millions of tax payer money to produce what is, in effect, a third world, non ICAO compliant, non aligned pile of total Bollocks, - known world wide as the CASR.
No idea what the fine is for not voting - don't give a bugger about it. Probably will not until one politician actually does something about the bloody awful mess their very own, very safe 'bipartisan' bullshit ends and someone actually takes on - politically - the notion that Australian aviation is in the pits of Hell - and bloody well do something about it. ASA, ATSB and CASA cost the taxpayer almost more to run than the total taxable revenue (bar Qantas) of all other aviation ventures produce. Go figure - Do the numbers - I have - and; it's BOLLOCKS. Let's have it fixed - NOW - don't care who does it.
“By dread things I am compelled. I know that. I see the trap closing. I know what I am. But while life is in me I will not stop this violence. No. Oh my friends who is there to comfort me? Who understands? Leave me be, let me go, do not soothe me. This is a knot no one can untie. There will be no rest, there is no retrieval. No number exists for griefs like these.”
Selah -
'Tis an old, old joke (P7's Papa's vintage); seems a fellah dies, and, as usual ended up in the Underworld. The keeper of the gate gave him the guided tour of the seven options and asked him to select one - for eternity. Well; in one cavern, he'd seen blokes sitting on rock ledges, smoking and talking - the smell was appalling, but; compared to the rest, it seemed to be the best option - "I'll take this one" says he. Happily settled on his own rock, cigarettes and matches, he settled down to do his time. Just got a smoke lit when a bell rang and a Daemon with a whip appeared - "Right you lot - back on your heads". Tada!!
"That he is mad, 'tis true; 'tis true 'tis pity; And pity 'tis 'tis true: a foolish figure; But farewell it, for I will use no art."
And so, we once again enter into twilight as the election bandwagons steam through the villages. All manner of distractions and amazement to baffle and beguile the peasant populace; dancing elephants fresh from the rooms they were trapped in; snake-oil salesmen fresh from party training, the odd dancing donkey and a few brass bands lead the procession from the halls of governance. All primed with the latest 'logic' of how to win over the poor sods trapped in Hell, sat on rocks, having a quiet smoke. So much for the populace to endure - and the eternal question hangs in the air, unspoken. Basically - 'tis a simple enough question, I did OK under the last lot - will I do better under a new lot, or not? At the end of the shift, when all said and done, the average Joe Family just want a quiet life and to be able to do their best for the kids - a no brainer really. But what of the 'exotic' trades - those akin to aircraft plying the night sky with a load of freight or two hundred souls on board. Aye, the little end of aviation, right through to the big end of town - what does an election mean to those who employ them? Engineers, bag snatchers, cleaning crew, ramp crew, cabin attendants, ATCO's, Wannabe's and old hands, private owners, those who fly for fun and recreation,- the whole gamut and spectrum of the aviation, taxable revenue producing - 'industry'?
Well, in the precursor to this can aviation hold that which it has gained through hard work, persistence and countless pages of 'submission' to endless inquiry? Now comes the 'dark' times - a caretaker government - so nothing solid ratified - three month hiatus. A new government - a six month waiting period to deal with, if an opposition is elected; and even then, there are no 'cast iron' guarantees that the 20 and 30 year old issues can be resolved. As it stands, we have (had) a DPM who, like Barkis, is willin'
Barkis is persistent in his courtship of Clara Peggotty, Copperfield's childhood nurse, and is known for the hopeful often-repeated phrase “Barkis is willin'.”
Aye, and there's the rub. Politicly - Joyce has a good each way bet, can't loose. For if the 'opposition' attempt to gainsay or dilute the changes he has scripted, then, under a 'bit part-insane' system he has 'em by the nuts. But: is that enough for the industry well being? Sure, it's a great hammer - but, can it drive the nail?
There are many things (matters aeronautical) which demand prompt. if not immediate rectification; now, not only in the lap of the Gods but in the hands of our elected leaders. There are some 'surface' questions which, IMO, demand answers - yes; unlikely I realise, but even so: and, for the record:-
1) Why, when our 'airspace' is in such a mess does the 'Electric Blue Halfwit' only ever bring his 'bean counter' to estimates? Is ASA so dedicated to KPI that they will risk lives against parsimony? I cite Ballina and Mangalore as case in point.
2) Why does it take ATSB at least two years to produce a meaningless, pointless report on both fatal and could have been accidents. The current 'head' of the ATSB is little more than a 'Pick-Me Popinjay' leading the hapless ATSB into even more meaningless, non productive rhetoric, without substance,resolution or even a hint at 'safety' advice?
3) Why (Oh why) is the CASA allowed to stray so far from world best, gold standard regulation, ICAO compliance and burn through 30 odd millions of tax payer money to produce what is, in effect, a third world, non ICAO compliant, non aligned pile of total Bollocks, - known world wide as the CASR.
No idea what the fine is for not voting - don't give a bugger about it. Probably will not until one politician actually does something about the bloody awful mess their very own, very safe 'bipartisan' bullshit ends and someone actually takes on - politically - the notion that Australian aviation is in the pits of Hell - and bloody well do something about it. ASA, ATSB and CASA cost the taxpayer almost more to run than the total taxable revenue (bar Qantas) of all other aviation ventures produce. Go figure - Do the numbers - I have - and; it's BOLLOCKS. Let's have it fixed - NOW - don't care who does it.
“By dread things I am compelled. I know that. I see the trap closing. I know what I am. But while life is in me I will not stop this violence. No. Oh my friends who is there to comfort me? Who understands? Leave me be, let me go, do not soothe me. This is a knot no one can untie. There will be no rest, there is no retrieval. No number exists for griefs like these.”
Selah -